Eliza Cook - The Quiet Eye

Lyrics
The orb I like is not the one That dazzles with its lightning gleam; That dares to look upon the sun As though it challenged brighter beam That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll; Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly; But not for me: I prize the soul That slumbers in a quiet eye There 's something in its placid shade That tells of calm, unworldly thought; Hope may be crown'd, or joy delay'd— No dimness steals, no ray is caught Its pensive language seems to say "I know that I must close and die;" And death itself, come when it may Can hardly change the quiet eye There 's meaning in its steady glance Of gentle blame or praising love That makes me tremble to advance A word, that meaning might reprove The haughty threat, the fiery look My spirit proudly can defy But never yet could meet and brook The upbraiding of a quiet eye There's firmness in its even light That augurs of a breast sincere: And, oh! take watch how ye excite That firmness till it yield a tear Some bosoms give an easy sigh Some drops of grief will freely start But that which sears the quiet eye Hath its deep fountain in the heart
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- Eliza Cook