Classic Poem

Were those thine eyes, or lightnings from above
Whose glorious glances dazzled so my sight?
I took them to be lightnings sent from Jove
To threaten that his thunder-bolt would light.
Yet lightning could not be so long, so bright,—
They rather seem'd to be some suns, whose rays
Promov'd to the meridian of their height,
Yet e'en in that their number them betrays:
Suns were they not, the world endures but one;
Their force, their figure, and their colour says
That they were heav'ns—yet heav'ns on earth are none—
Whate'er they were, my sight no odds espies
'Twixt heavens, 'twixt suns, 'twixt lightnings and thine eyes.