Poem by James Weldon Johnson

Her Eyes Twin Pools

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.

1. A Plantation Bacchanal
2. The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face
3. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
4. The Word of an Engineer
5. Tunk

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