Poem by Emily Jane Pfeiffer

Any Husband to Many a Wife

I SCARCELY know my worthless picture,
    As seen in those soft eyes and clear; 
But oh, dear heart, I know the stricture
    You pass on it when none are near.

Deep eyes that smiling give denial
    To tears that you have shed in vain; 
Fond heart that summoned on my trial,
    Upbraids the witness of thy pain.

Eyes, tender eyes, betray me never!
    Still hold the flattered image fast 
Whereby I shape the fond endeavour
    To justify your faith at last. 

1. A Ballad of the “Thuner-See”
2. Transfiguration
3. A Protest
4. Dreaming
5. Deaf

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