Poem by James Russell Lowell

Song (What reck I of the stars, when I)

                   I.

  What reck I of the stars, when I
    May gaze into thine eyes,
  O'er which the brown hair flowingly
    Is parted maidenwise
  From thy pale forehead, calm and bright,
  Over thy cheeks so rosy white?


                  II.

  What care I for the red moon-rise?
    Far liefer would I sit
  And watch the joy within thine eyes
    Gush up at sight of it;
  Thyself my queenly moon shall be,
  Ruling my heart's deep tides for me!


                 III.

  What heed I if the sky be blue?
    So are thy holy eyes,
  And bright with shadows ever new
    Of changeful sympathies,
  Which in thy soul's unruffled deep
  Rest evermore, but never sleep.

1. Sayest Thou, Most Beautiful, That Thou Wilt Wear
2. Poet! Who Sittest in Thy Pleasant Room
3. Impartiality
4. The Unlovely
5. O Child of Nature!

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