Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
I. AdmirationBlack and Blue Eyes
Thomas Moore (17791852)T
May in triumph let fly
All its darts without caring who feels ’em;
But the soft eye of blue,
Though it scatter wounds too,
Is much better pleased when it heals ’em!
Dear Fanny!
“Come and worship my ray;
By adoring, perhaps you may move me!”
But the blue eye, half hid,
Says, from under its lid,
“I love, and am yours, if you love me!”
Dear Fanny!
In that lovely blue eye,
Not a charm of its tint I discover;
Or why should you wear
The only blue pair
That ever said “No” to a lover?
Dear Fanny!