Blue and Black Eyes

I WISH the happy time were nigh, When youths are sold, that I might buy. But for an azure-eyed Milinar, I would not give a single dinar, Though for a raven-black eyed youth, A thousand golden coins, in truth. Alas! alas!—and is it true? My own fair youth has eyes of blue; Yes! they are blue—yet dear to me— Will he forgive my levity? Ye maidens! pray him to forgive me; Nay! spare me now—and rather leave me To tell him “I am yours”—and smile In fond affection all the while.