Author Herbert Trench Thine eyes in mine eyesThine eyes in mine eyesSwift though the flame diesEach to each, mirror-wise,Open infinities.Freely without endLight may the soul spend.Rings of the pool blend;So thou and I, friend. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments