by Helen Maria Hunt Jackson (1830 - 1886)
Her eyes
Language: English
That they are brown, no man will dare to say He knows. And yet I think that no man's look Ever those depths of light and shade forsook, Until their gentle pain warned him away. Of all sweet thing I know but one which may Be likened to her eyes. When, in deep nook Of some green field, the water of a brook Makes lingering, whirling eddy in its way, Round soft drowned leaves; and in a flash of sun They turn to gold, until the ripples run Now brown, now yellow, changing as by some Swift spell. I know not with what body come The saints. But this I know, my Paradise Will mean the resurrection of her eyes.
Authorship:
- by Helen Maria Hunt Jackson (1830 - 1886), "Her eyes", appears in Poems, first published 1892 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Jeffrey Ryan , "Her eyes", 1997 [soprano and piano], from Found frozen, no. 3. [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-02-09
Line count: 16
Word count: 120