posted on 2024-04-25, 17:29authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
<p dir="ltr"> Some eyes condemn the earth they gaze upon:<br> Some wait patiently till they know far more<br> Than earth can tell them: some laugh at the whole<br> As folly of another's making: one<br> I knew that laughed because he saw, from core<br> To rind, not one thing worth the laugh his soul<br> Had ready at waking: some eyes have begun<br> With laughing; some stand startled at the door.<br> Others, too, I have seen rest, question, roll,<br> Dance, shoot. And many I have loved watching.<br> Some<br> I could not take my eyes from till they turned<br> And loving died. I had not found my goal.<br> But thinking of your eyes, dear, I become<br> Dumb: for they flamed and it was me they burned.<br></p>