Classic Poem

Fair eyes of women, many had I seen,
Eyes deep as darkness, bright as noontide ray,
And others bluer than the depths of day,
Bluer than turquoise-jewels of a queen.
But none so sweet, so wonderful, I ween, —
With power to quicken, power to pierce and stay,
A twin-born wonder, green and brown and grey,
Three colours blended, mixed in loveliest sheen.

Gazing in awe, I saw myself therein,
My past and future mingled into one, —
A picture harmonized from taint of sin,
A poem finished, or a race well run,
The melody I long had gasped to win,
A moon completed, a full-circled sun.