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Poems About Eyes

Table of Contents

  1. O Brown Eyes by Ruby Archer
  2. Gray Eyes by Sara Teasdale
  3. Sweet Eyes of Blue by Freeman E. Miller
  4. Blue by Annette Wynne
  5. The Thrice-Closed Eye by Hannah Flagg Gould
  6. The Blind Man by Hannah Flagg Gould
  7. Sight by Emily Dickinson
  8. The Nose and the Eyes by William Cowper
  9. A Memory by William Stanley Braithwaite
  10. First Sight by Anna Hempstead Branch
  11. The Mystery by Sara Teasdale
  12. "I Know the Stars" by Sara Teasdale
  13. The Blind Boy by Colley Cibber
  14. Excerpt from "Thoughts" by Hannah Flagg Gould

  1. 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!

  2. Gray Eyes

    by Sara Teasdale

    It was April when you came
    The first time to me,
    And my first look in your eyes
    Was like my first look at the sea.

    We have been together
    Four Aprils now
    Watching for the green
    On the swaying willow bough;

    Yet whenever I turn
    To your gray eyes over me,
    It is as though I looked
    For the first time at the sea.

  3. Sweet Eyes of Blue

    by Freeman E. Miller

    Sweet eyes of blue! The stars by night,
    That swoon the world with laughing light,
    And touch the hills with tender glow
    While all the vales are kissed below,
    Beside you would no more be bright.

    My worlds ye are, and while I throw
    My heart to catch the beams that flow
    From your fair shrine, my woes take flight,
    Sweet eyes of blue!

    Glad orbs of beauty! In your sight
    My soul mounts up with secret might,
    Till Eden's lovely bowers I know;
    And as through Heaven's gates I go,
    The pleasures all my sorrow smite,
    Sweet eyes of blue!

  4. Blue

    by Annette Wynne

    When God made everything
    I'm glad he had a lot of blue-
    A great big sky for all the world
    And eyes like yours for you.

  5. The Thrice-Closed Eye

    by Hannah Flagg Gould

    The eye was closed, and calm the breast;
    'T was Sleep—the weary was at rest!
    While fancy on her rainbow wings
    Ranged through a world of new-made things,
    Mid regions pure, and visions bright,
    Formed but to mock the waking sight.
    For, ah! how light does slumber sit,
    On sorrow's brow—how quickly flit
    From her pale throne, when envious care
    Comes wrapped in clouds and frowning there!

    Again I saw the falling lid,
    And from his sight the world was hid.
    The lip was moved; the knee was bent;
    The heavy laden spirit went,
    Bearing her burden from the dust
    Up to her only Rock of trust;
    And, childlike, on her Father's breast
    Cast off the load, and found her rest.
    For, this was Prayer—'t was faith and love
    Communing with a God above.

    At length that eye was locked! the key
    Had opened heaven—'t was Death! yes, he
    Had sweetly quelled the mortal strife,
    And to the saint the gates of life

    Unbolted. On the sleeper's brow
    Lay the smooth seal of quiet now,
    Which none could break. The soul, that here
    Dwelt with eternal things so near,
    Had burst her bonds to soar on high,
    And left to earth the thrice-closed eye!

  6. The Blind Man

    by Hannah Flagg Gould

    'T is darkness, darkness; dreary, starless night;
    Nature a blank, and day that shows no sun;
    Man, earth and seas and heavens shut out from sight—
    Such is thy portion, blind and hapless one!

    Hapless! a smile upon thy lip will dwell,
    While in thy sunken eye no light appears!
    That cold and rayless orb will never tell
    If first its film would burst with joy or tears.

    Yet light is in thy soul—that fire divine,
    That shone on Horeb's mount, illumines thee:
    Thou walk'st in safety, for the Guide is thine,
    Whom Israel followed through the parting sea.

    Though thou must grope for pillars hands have raised,
    Like him who erst Philistia's thousands slew,
    The temple where, by angels, God is praised,
    Thy father's house, is ever kept in view.

    Thou know'st how soon these earthly walls must fail;
    How frail and vain the things of time and sense;
    Thy steady faith looks onward through the veil,
    Where life eternal and its joys commence.

    Thy head is white—thy foot is at the grave;
    And nature's hasty work is nearly done;
    But He will bear thee safe o'er Jordan's wave,
    Whose peace is with thee, blind, but happy one!

  7. Sight

    by Emily Dickinson

    Before I got my eye put out,
    I liked as well to see
    As other creatures that have eyes,
    And know no other way.

    But were it told to me, to-day,
    That I might have the sky
    For mine, I tell you that my heart
    Would split, for size of me.

    The meadows mine, the mountains mine, —
    All forests, stintless stars,
    As much of noon as I could take
    Between my finite eyes.

    The motions of the dipping birds,
    The lightning's jointed road,
    For mine to look at when I liked, —
    The news would strike me dead!

    So safer, guess, with just my soul
    Upon the window-pane
    Where other creatures put their eyes,
    Incautious of the sun.

  8. The Nose and the Eyes

    by William Cowper

    Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose;
    The spectacles set them, unhappily, wrong;
    The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,
    To which the said spectacles ought to belong.

    So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause,
    With a great deal of skill and a wig full of learning,
    While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
    So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.

    "In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,
    And your lordship," he said, "will undoubtedly find,
    That the Nose has the spectacles always to wear,
    Which amounts to possession, time out of mind."

    Then, holding the spectacles up to the court,
    "Your lordship observes, they are made with a straddle
    As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short,
    Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.

    "Again, would your lordship a moment suppose
    ('T is a case that has happened, and may happen again)
    That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
    Pray, who would or who could wear spectacles then?

    "On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,
    With a reasoning the court will never condemn,
    That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
    And the Nose was as plainly intended for them."

    Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how),
    He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes:
    But what were his arguments, few people know,
    For the court did not think them equally wise.

    So his lordship decreed, with a grave, solemn tone,
    Decisive and clear, without one if or but,
    That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,
    By daylight or candlelight,—Eyes should be shut.

  9. A Memory

    by William Stanley Braithwaite

    My heart to thee an answer makes,
    O long, slow whisper of the sea,
    Whose charm of mournful music wakes
    A dream, a memory.

    Touched hands, met lips, and soft fair speech —
    Soul's silence to the past replies,
    When love and hope illumined each,
    Within a girl's blue eyes.

  10. First Sight

    by Anna Hempstead Branch

    I was born again to-day!
    I was fashioned new!
    Now my heart is fresh with May
    Virginal as dew!

    What it was I cannot tell.
    Something on my eyes
    Exquisitely breathed and fell
    And I grew more wise.

    Goldenly it breathed and kissed.
    Now the world is plain —
    All the glories I had missed
    In shine and air and rain.

    Just a little while before
    It was all disguised.
    Now the earth seems so much more
    That I am surprised.

    I could touch and hold and kiss
    Everything I see!
    Say then, was it always this,
    Waiting just for me?

    Oh, to think that yesterday
    It was shining so!
    Yet my poor heart could delay
    And my eyes said no!

  11. The Mystery

    by Sara Teasdale

    Your eyes drink of me,
    Love makes them shine,
    Your eyes that lean
    So close to mine.

    We have long been lovers,
    We know the range
    Of each other's moods
    And how they change;

    But when we look
    At each other so
    Then we feel
    How little we know;

    The spirit eludes us,
    Timid and free—
    Can I ever know you
    Or you know me?

  12. "I Know the Stars"

    by Sara Teasdale

    I know the stars by their names,
    Aldebaran, Altair,
    And I know the path they take
    Up heaven's broad blue stair.

    I know the secrets of men
    By the look of their eyes,
    Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts
    Have made me sad and wise.

    But your eyes are dark to me
    Though they seem to call and call—
    I cannot tell if you love me
    Or do not love me at all.

    I know many things,
    But the years come and go,
    I shall die not knowing
    The thing I long to know.

  13. The Blind Boy

    Then let not what I cannot have
    My cheer of mind destroy:
    Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
    Although a poor blind boy.

    – Colley Cibber
    The Blind Boy
    by Colley Cibber

    O say what is that thing called Light,
    Which I must ne'er enjoy;
    What are the blessings of the sight,
    O tell your poor blind boy!

    You talk of wondrous things you see,
    You say the sun shines bright;
    I feel him warm, but how can he,
    Or make it day or night?

    My day or night myself I make
    Whene'er I sleep or play;
    And could I ever keep awake
    With me 'twere always day.

    With heavy sighs I often hear
    You mourn my hapless woe;
    But sure with patience I can bear
    A loss I ne'er can know.

    Then let not what I cannot have
    My cheer of mind destroy:
    Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
    Although a poor blind boy.

  14. Excerpt from "Thoughts"

    by Hannah Flagg Gould

    Eyes, say, why were ye given your sight,
    Your full blue orbs, with their roll and their light,
    Which your lids of the lily with violet tinge
    So often of late, with their long, dark fringe
    From their folds in your arches descended to shade?
    Ye have told many things—but not why ye were made.

    "We were made to delight in the beauties of earth;
    Then to see how they perished, how little their worth
    They are changing, illusive, uncertain and brief,
    From the flower's opening bud to its soon withered leaf.
    The birth of their being is joined to decay;
    They flourish, allure, and expire in a day.
    On things like ourselves with delight we have shone;
    We have studied their language and found it our own;
    But the offspring of grief would extinguish their light,
    And the spoiler's pale hand lock them up from our sight.
    Or, keener, far keener, they'd let us behold
    Their looks turning from us, unfeeling and cold,
    Bequeathing this line, as we saw them depart,
    'We go not alone, but are drawn by the heart!'
    For things such as these, and still more were we made;
    For watching, for aching, to sink and to fade;
    To pour forth in silence the waters of sorrow,
    Then, to close in a night that will bring us no morrow?"

O eyes that open to the light,
Look straight to Heav'n with glances bright
And beam out thanks to God above
That He has blessed us with His love.

– Anonymous
O eyes that open