Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds
Dark
eyes
are
dearer
far
Than
those
that
mock
the
hyacinthine
bell.
Blue!
'Tis
the
life
of
heaven,—the
domain
Of
Cynthia,—the
wide
palace
of
the
sun,—
The
tent
of
Hesperus,
and
all
his
train,—
The
bosomer
of
clouds,
gold,
gray,
and
dun.
Blue!
'Tis
the
life
of
waters:—Ocean
And
all
its
vassal
streams,
pools
numberless,
May
rage,
and
foam,
and
fret,
but
never
can
Subside,
if
not
to
dark-blue
nativeness.
Blue!
gentle
cousin
of
the
forest-green,
Married
to
green
in
all
the
sweetest
flowers—
Forget-me-not,—the
blue-bell,—and,
that
queen
Of
secrecy,
the
violet:
what
strange
powers
Hast
thou,
as
a
mere
shadow!
But
how
great,
When
in
an
Eye
thou
art
alive
with
fate!
