Ballad, "I know two eyes"

I know two eyes, two soft brown eyes,

Two eyes as sweet and dear,

As ever dance with gay surprise

Or glistened in a tear,

In whose fair rays a heart may bask,

Their shadowed rays serene.

But, little maid, you must not ask

Whose gentle eyes I mean.

I knew a voice of fairy tone

Like brooklet in the June,

That sings to please itself alone

A little old world tune,

Whose music haunts the listener's ear

And will not leave it free

But, I shall never tell you, dear,

Whose accents they may be.

I know a golden-hearted maid

For whom I built a shrine,

A leafy nook of murmurous shade

Deep in this heart of mine,

And in that calm and cool recess

To make her home she came.

But, oh! you'd never, never guess

That little maiden's name.