Her eyes twin pools by Harry Burleigh Lyrics

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light
The blend of star-sheen and black night;
O'er which, to sound their glamouring haze
A man might bend, and vainly gaze

Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep
In which life's ancient mysteries sleep;
Wherein, to seek the quested goal
A man might plunge, and lose his soul