I gazed on orbs of flashing black;
I met the glow of hazel light;
I marked the hue of laughing blue,
That sparkled in the festive night.
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Reading Eliza Cook for the first time... and found it to be a captivating read.
And why? - ah! why? My soul replies, 'She has dear Mabel's soft, grey eyes.'.....superb work giving immense amusement....great
A work of adoration, written not from the perspective of new love, but a fond remembrance of overwhelming beauty written from a position of enduring love's security. Refreshing.
An endearing poem that holds your attention throughout. Most beautifully narrated in this powerful poem by Eliza Cook.
A new entrant to the world of poetry through poem hunter I enjoyed your poem very much.
Into sweet Mabel's listening ear; Our mutual vow, from then till now, Bound each to each- fond, firm, and dear...........superb, immense powerful writings