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)

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Quotes

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.