Black and Blue Eyes

THE Brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts without caring who feels ’em; But the soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals ’em! Dear Fanny! The black eye may say, “Come and worship my ray; By adoring, perhaps you may move me!” But the blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, “I love, and am yours, if you love me!” Dear Fanny! Then tell me, O why, In that lovely blue eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said “No” to a lover? Dear Fanny!

Collection:

English

1799

Thomas Moore

Sub Title:

I. Admiration

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