English poem
Ii.--Her Eyes
by Arthur Macy (1842–1904)
Her eyes are bright-- I cannot say "like stars at night," Nor can I say "Like the Orb of Day," Because such phrases are archaic. And if I swear That they compare With diamonds rare, That's too prosaic.
I've hunted my thesaurus through, "The Century" and "Webster," too, But all in vain; 'Tis therefore plain That they who made these books so wise Had never seen her eyes!