To her Eyes

Black eyes, if you seem dark,
It is because your beams are deep
And with your soul united keep.
Who could discern
Enough into them there, might learn
Whence they derive that mark,
And how their power is such
That all the wonders which proceed from thence,
Affecting more the mind then sense,
Are not so much
The works of light, as influence.

As you then joined are
Unto the soul, so it again
By its connexion doth pertain
To that first cause,
Who, giving all their proper Laws,
By you doth best declare
How he at first being hid
Within the veil of an eternal night,
Did frame for us a second light,
And after bid
It serve for ordinary sight.

His image then you are ;
If there be any yet who doubt
What power it is that doth look out
Through that your black,
He will not an example lack,
If he suppose that there
Were grey or hazel Glass,
And that through them, though sight or soul might shine,
He must yet at the last define
That beams which pass
Through black, cannot but be divine.