Dark Glasses

Robert William Service

Sweet maiden, why disguise
The beauty of your eyes
          With glasses black?
Although I’m well aware
That you are more than fair,
          Allure you lack.
For as I stare at you
I ask if brown or blue
          Your optics are?
But though I cannot see,
I’m sure that each must be
          Bright as a star.

That may be green or grey,
’Tis very hard to say,
          Or violet;
The lovelight in their glow
Alas, I’ll never know,
          To my regret.
In some rhyme-book I’ve read,
A lady bard has said,
          And deemed it true,
Men will not bite the necks
Of sweeties who wear specs,—
          Young man, would you?

But though they balk romance,
Columbus took a chance,
          And so would I;
Even with orbs unseen
I’d fain make you my queen
          And you en-sky.
Alas I see you go,
And I will never know
          Your pupils tint;
So o’er a lonely drink
I force myself to think:
          Damsel, you squint!

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