Sonnet 30

Ye eyes with love o'erflowing—eyes of blue,
Ye white pearls peeping thro' unfolding buds,
Eyes where earth's azure, and heaven's azure too,
Shine as reflected on the mirrory floods.
From ye—from your own brightness, living schools!
I studied virtue—why did ye impart,
With your instructions, poison to my heart?
Why mingle mischief with your moral rules?
In your first glance the peace-destroyer shot
His mortal arrow thro' me—and it smote
My inmost heart—but yet I murmur not;
But dwell on thought more blessed, tho' remote:
As heaven is gilded by the torch's ray
That lights our funerals on their tomb-bound way.