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Poem
September 19, 1895
The Somerset Reporter
Skowhegan, Somerset County, Maine
What is this article about?
A romantic poem titled 'THE WINDOW OF THE SOUL' that celebrates eyes as portals to the soul, declaring that their color is unimportant if they express love, tenderness, and truth.
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THE WINDOW OF THE SOUL
Are the eyes I love black, brown or blue?
It matters not what is their shade or hue
So long as they are loving tender, true.
They may be blue as bluest summer sky
Or brown and black in deepest shades may vie.
I love the soul which meets mine through the eye.
The eyes which tell me all I care to know
Whose orbs with sympathetic fervor glow
and all the heart within on me bestow–
The wide world holdeth none that can excel.
The soul within them doth my soul impel.
Dear eyes, I thank them for the tale they tell
–New York Tribune
Are the eyes I love black, brown or blue?
It matters not what is their shade or hue
So long as they are loving tender, true.
They may be blue as bluest summer sky
Or brown and black in deepest shades may vie.
I love the soul which meets mine through the eye.
The eyes which tell me all I care to know
Whose orbs with sympathetic fervor glow
and all the heart within on me bestow–
The wide world holdeth none that can excel.
The soul within them doth my soul impel.
Dear eyes, I thank them for the tale they tell
–New York Tribune
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Eyes
Soul
Love
Romance
Tenderness
New York Tribune
Poem Details
Title
The Window Of The Soul
Key Lines
Are The Eyes I Love Black, Brown Or Blue?
It Matters Not What Is Their Shade Or Hue
So Long As They Are Loving Tender, True.
I Love The Soul Which Meets Mine Through The Eye.
Dear Eyes, I Thank Them For The Tale They Tell