Whence came those shadows in thine eyes
That tremble with a mute surprise,
Transforming girlhood womanwise,
My little maid?
Within the shadows of thine eyes
A secret lurks that mystifies,
And manhood, prone to idolize,
Is fair afraid.
The shadows know no compromise;
They rim a light that sanctifies,
And with emotion solemnize
Each glance, sweet maid.
The shadows still are in thine eyes,
Dear girl transformed and womanwise,
And thus does love immortalize
A little maid.
