Bertha's Eyes

  The loveliest eyes you can scorn with your wondrous glow:
  O! beautiful childish eyes there abounds in your light,
  A something unspeakably tender and good as the night:
  O! eyes! over me your enchanting darkness let flow.

  Large eyes of my child! O Arcana profoundly adored!
  Ye resemble so closely those caves in the magical creek;
  Where within the deep slumbering shade of some petrified peak,
  There shines, undiscovered, the gems of a dazzling hoard.

  My child has got eyes so profound and so dark and so vast,
  Like thee! oh unending Night, and thy mystical shine:
  Their flames are those thoughts that with Love and with Faith combine,
  And sparkle deep down in the depths so alluring or chaste.