Sonnet
TO — — .
The vague and vestal beauty of thine eyes
Recalls the splendor of some Cuban night,
Where tropic storms, pulsing with golden light,
Hurl dizzy flashes through dark voids of skies!
The trustful look of sweet Actaea lies
Within their starry depths, that lure and smite
The souls of men who scorn all woman's might,
And, seeing them, marvel in supreme surprise.
Ah! when those eyes before me burn and shine
In soft perfection, I can understand
White Aphrodite's glance half blurred by foam,
And how Cleopatra, pearl-crowned and divine,
Gazed upon Antony in her passion grand,
When for her sake he spurned Imperial Rome!
The vague and vestal beauty of thine eyes
Recalls the splendor of some Cuban night,
Where tropic storms, pulsing with golden light,
Hurl dizzy flashes through dark voids of skies!
The trustful look of sweet Actaea lies
Within their starry depths, that lure and smite
The souls of men who scorn all woman's might,
And, seeing them, marvel in supreme surprise.
Ah! when those eyes before me burn and shine
In soft perfection, I can understand
White Aphrodite's glance half blurred by foam,
And how Cleopatra, pearl-crowned and divine,
Gazed upon Antony in her passion grand,
When for her sake he spurned Imperial Rome!
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