Golden Eyes

Oh Amber Eyes, oh Golden Eyes!

Oh Eyes so softly gay!

Wherein swift fancies fall and rise,

Grow dark and fade away.

Eyes like a little limpid pool

That holds a sunset sky,

While on its surface, calm and cool,

Blue water lilies lie.

Oh Tender Eyes, oh Wistful Eyes,

You smiled on me one day,

And all my life, in glad surprise,

Leapt up and pleaded “Stay!”

Alas, oh cruel, starlike eyes,

So grave and yet so gay,

You went to lighten other skies,

Smiled once and passed away.

Oh, you whom I name “Golden Eyes,”

Perhaps I used to know

Your beauty under other skies

In lives lived long ago.

Perhaps I rowed with galley slaves,

Whose labour never ceased,

To bring across Phoenician waves

Your treasure from the East.

Maybe you were an Emperor then

And I a favourite slave;

Some youth, whom from the lions’ den

You vainly tried to save!

Maybe I reigned, a mighty King,

The early nations knew,

And you were some slight captive thing,

Some maiden whom I slew.

Perhaps, adrift on desert shores

Beside some shipwrecked prow,

I gladly gave my life for yours.

Would I might give it now!

Or on some sacrificial stone

Strange Gods we satisfied,

Perhaps you stooped and left a throne

To kiss me ere I died.

Perhaps, still further back than this,

In times ere men were men,

You granted me a moment’s bliss

In some dark desert den,

When, with your amber eyes alight

With iridescent flame,

And fierce desire for love’s delight,

Towards my lair you came

Ah laughing, ever-brilliant eyes,

These things men may not know,

But something in your radiance lies,

That, centuries ago,

Lit up my life in one wild blaze

Of infinite desire

To revel in your golden rays,

Or in your light expire.

If this, oh Strange Ringed Eyes, be true,

That through all changing lives

This longing love I have for you

Eternally survives,

May I not sometimes dare to dream

In some far time to be

Your softly golden eyes may gleam

Responsively on me?

Ah gentle, subtly changing eyes,

You smiled on me one day,

And all my life in glad surprise

Leaped up, imploring “Stay!”

Alas, alas, oh Golden Eyes,

So cruel and so gay,

You went to shine in other skies,

Smiled once and passed away.

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• Robert Burns: Epitaph For James Smith: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Farewell To Ballochmyle: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Young Peggy Blooms: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Masonic Song: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr: “I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my farewell dirge to my native land.”-R. B. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:- by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:- by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Nature’s Law – A Poem: Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.” by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.: by Robert Burns

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