She was the darling star that danced in his eyes,
A rapture of innocence too divine.
For such a flower, I’d give her the world,
So one day he gave her his eyes.
But what he felt was a trembling hand,
No trace of a smile, no crease at the eyes.
“The horror, the terror, the monstrosity of it all!” she cried,
“Take them back, my love. I’d rather be blind.”