The cold eyes gleam
Beneath his brow.
O cold, grey eyes,
Wherein the light
Of Love at dawn
Seemed clear and bright,
No true Love burned
Your cold desire,
Which mirrored but
My own heart's fire.
The cold eyes gleam
Beneath his brow.
O cold, grey eyes,
Wherein the light
Of Love at dawn
Seemed clear and bright,
No true Love burned
Your cold desire,
Which mirrored but
My own heart's fire.