Anna Johnston MacManus

1866-1902 / Ireland

The Eyes Of Fionuala

Dawn Eyes!
Sending swift silver spears of beauty through
The grey mists of my life–a world of sighs
Until, that hour of hours, I met with you.

Sun Eyes!
Glowing and glad; a flame of pure delight,
Fanning the spirals of Love's fire to rise
Within me, and attain your holy height.

Moon Eyes!
Shadow and shine fall from you sweet and cool,
A shimmer of rainbow peace that softly lies
In blessing on my heart's unquiet pool.

Star Eyes!
Steady and golden, smile on me, nor will
Thy tender light to leave my storm-blown skies,
But be my sentinel of Heaven still.
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