Caroline Sturgis Tappan (1819–1888)

ALL the eyes I ever knew

In this my strange life-dream,

Hazel, gray, and deepest blue,

Are mingled in this stream.

It wins its way into my soul,

Awakes each hidden feeling,

Gives me a rapture beyond control,

High love fills all my being.

In earnest eyes I chiefly live,

All words to me are naught,

For me they neither take nor give,

In the eye the soul is caught.

And now to see all that I love,

And have gazed at many an hour,

Blended together,—has heaven above

A greater joy in store?