Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/447

Rh Maria mia! sweet and wise

Those darkling, deep, Italian eyes,

Maria!

Maria mia! starry skies

Hold no such brightness as those eyes,

Maria!

Maria mia! turn, O turn

Those eyes away that beam and burn,

Maria!

Maria mia! when those eyes

Burn close, O close, I am not wise,

Maria!

I am not wise,

Maria!

OBSCURATION

"I DREAMED"