To ....

Two shining eyes that never lose their light,
Haunting with dreams like stars within the night ;
Two rosy lips whose magic kisses fall
Wild on my own in passion magical.

Two shining eyes that ever gaze on me,
Haunting as some old Irish melody ;
Two rosy lips that ever seem to press,
Right thro' my dreams, on mine their own caress.

Tho' Hope be dim, tho' fade Youth's rosy flush ;
Tho' Death may come, tho' Life my spirit crush ;
Two haunting eyes will never cease to shine ;
Two magic lips will ever press on mine.

November, 1915.