Gray Eyes

    It was April when you came The first time to me, And my first look in your eyes Was like my first look at the sea.

    We have been together Four Aprils now Watching for the green On the swaying willow bough；

    Yet whenever I turn To your gray eyes over me, It is as though I looked For the first time at the sea. The NetI made you many and many a song, Yet never one told all you are -It was as though a net of words Were flung to catch a star；

    It was as though I curved my hand And dipped sea-water eagerly, Only to find it lost the blue Dark splendor of the sea.