"The blind man to the maiden said:
'O thou of hearts the truest,
Thy countenance is hid from me;
Let not my questions anger thee!
Speak, though in words the fewest!
"'Tell me what kind of eyes are thine?
Dark eyes, or light ones rather?'
'My eyes are a decided brown
So much, at least--by looking down--
From the brook's glass I gather.'