| Faun (1919) by |
| from Poetry, May 1919 |
Faun[]
Grey eyes. Photo by Slide424. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
Your eyes are like the wind,—
Grey, clean and shining.
Behind them little lamps are lit eternally,
Making them the altar of your inextinguishable spirit.
I have seen a dream burn them blue,
And tenderness warm them to hazel;
And I have seen them black with thought:—
But when I love them most they are the color of the wind,
Sweeping over the grasses and the sea.
This poem is in the public domain