The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Oh! Turn from Me Those Radiant Eyes!

by William Motherwell

Oh, Turn From Me Those Radiant Eyes!

 

Oh, turn from me those radiant eyes,
With love's dark lightning beaming,
Or veil the power that in them lies
To set the young heart dreaming!
Oh, dim their fire, or look no more,
For sure 'tis wayward folly
To make a spirit, gay before,
To droop with melancholy!

Ungen'rous victor! not in vain
Thy wild wish to subdue me—
To woo once more thy glance I'm fain,
Even should that glance undo me:
What pity that thy lips of rose
So fitted for heart healing,
Should not, with tenderest kisses, close
The wounds thine eyes are dealing!