To Her Eyes

(Written for a wager)

And when I said your eyes were always bright

I knew that I said nothing new, but I

Meant it myself for the first time. Yes, all right, 

Your mirror told you too: we both can't lie.

All light lies there (what if it doubly lies?)

And there your eyes, speakingly looking on me

In love's concern and sometimes in surprise,

Found me, though wanting, wanted explicitly.

I can but trust your eye that trust in me,

I can but answer back a candid blue, 

Foolish perhaps, trusting that we maybe be

Loving again tomorrow- again, nothing new. 

What's more to say with the now's flattering breath

Than testify in these words transient faith?

Denis Glover