Silent Eyes

There is a bird that, in her throat,

Turns half her song to laughter:

She is the woman for my ears-

But who shall I kiss after?

Find me a woman for her eyes,

Who'll waste no time in song;

To spend with her silence that

Exceeds the sweetest song.

Take her, who loves to hear a voice,

With notes that fall or rise-

While I enjoy the spawny light

That spreads in silent eyes.