Poems (Emerson, 1847)/Thine Eyes still Shined

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Poems  (1847)  by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thine Eyes still Shined


Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
I lonely roved the land or sea:
As I behold yon evening star,
Which yet beholds not me.

This morn I climbed the misty hill,
And roamed the pastures through;
How danced thy form before my path
Amidst the deep-eyed dew!

When the redbird spread his sable wing,
And showed his side of flame;
When the rosebud ripened to the rose,
In both I read thy name.