Deep Eyes

THOSE eyes!... those eyes...
0 maiden, turn those eyes away!
My best ambition faints and dies
Beneath their gentle sway.
I list not fame's loud trumpet-call,
But idly sit and linger still,
A slave within the pleasant thrall
Of those deep eyes and thy sweet will.
Those eyes!... those eyes!...
While haunted by their lustrous gleam,
I care not to be great or wise,
And life seems like a dream.
The golden hours unnoted fly,
From idle night to idle day:
My books and pen neglected lie
O maiden, turn those eyes away!