[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
Gray Eyes
Merry witches dance in my Love’s eyes —
In my Love’s eyes of gray;
And the glint of a sun-kissed jewel lies
In those orbs where the merry ones play.
Gray Eyes, how I love you,
And your glance so gay!
Gray Eyes, how I love you,
Charming care away!
O, I well can descry in my Love’s eyes —
In my Love’s eyes of gray —
A love that is tender, and never dies.
What more can I ask, I pray?
Gray Eyes, how I love you —
And your light so true!
Gray Eyes, how I love you —
Glad and tender, too!
Source:
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 88
Editor’s notes:
descry = to see something, especially something difficult to detect (e.g. they descried a small scar on his body)
gay = happy, joyous, carefree (may also mean well-decorated, bright, attractive) (in modern times it may especially refer to a homosexual, especially a male homosexual; may also refer to something which is no good, pathetic, useless)
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