I TO my heart a journey made,
To see that world of joy and care;
For often had I heard it said
That hearts are full of wonders rare,
And many strange sights saw I there,
But of them all I most did prize
(Though everything was passing fair)
Two eyes! dark eyes!

They seemed to have some magic might
Beyond the power of mystic gem.
Oh! never jewels shone so bright
In Khan or Kaiser's diadem:
And as my spirit gazed on them
It poured its incense forth in sighs
Which no controlling power could stem,
To those dark eyes.

When from my heart I'd come away,
And to the world my steps retrace,
In vain to leave I did essay,
For of a path there was no trace!
I've made it now my dwelling-place,
Where ever I do idolise,
One image fair—one form, one face,
Two eyes, dark eyes!