134 The Petition

OH, tell me less or tell me more,

Soft eyes with mystery at the core,

That always seem to meet my own

Frankly as pansies fully grown,

Yet waver still ’tween no and yes!

So swift to cavil and deny,

Then parley with concessions shy,

Dear eyes, that make their youth be mine

And through my inmost shadows shine,

Oh, tell me more or tell me less!