Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Quote

Eyes, what are they? Colored glass,
Where reflections come and pass.
Open windows — by them sit
Beauty, Learning, Love, and Wit.


The Collected Poems of Mary Coleridge (1954)


Eyes, what are they? Colored glass, Where reflections come and pass. Open windows — by them sit Beauty, Learning, Love, and Wit.

Eyes, what are they? Colored glass, Where reflections come and pass. Open windows — by them sit Beauty, Learning, Love, and Wit.

Eyes, what are they? Colored glass, Where reflections come and pass. Open windows — by them sit Beauty, Learning, Love, and Wit.

Eyes, what are they? Colored glass, Where reflections come and pass. Open windows — by them sit Beauty, Learning, Love, and Wit.