the loveliest eyes you can scorn with your wondrous glow:

o! beautiful childish eyes there abounds in your light,

a something unspeakably tender and good as the night:

o! eyes! over me your enchanting darkness let flow.

large eyes of my child! o arcana profoundly adored!

ye resemble so closely those caves in the magical creek;

where within the deep slumbering shade of some petrified peak,

there shines, undiscovered, the gems of a dazzling hoard.

my child has got eyes so profound and so dark and so vast,

like thee! oh unending night, and thy mystical shine:

their flames are those thoughts that with love and with faith combine,

and sparkle deep down in the depths so alluring or chaste.