O Brown Eyes
By Ruby Archer
O brown eyes, how warm you are
With look I may not meet,
Lest there I read too deep and far
A meaning wild and sweet.
O brown eyes, you need not ask
With such pathetic plea,
As if it were a doleful task,
“And will you think of me?”
O brown eyes, your Orient light
Of passion and regret,
Of pain and joy in mystic might,
I never could forget!
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