In your deep autumnal eyes
Mystery’s dark shadow lies,
None may pass unchallenged there,
Something vestal,
Something rare
Stays the plunging, pagan tread—
One hesitates,
One bows the head.
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To Your Eyes
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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