"She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes."

                 #38

              Women

I’ve always looked at faces—

Ankles, legs, and eyes;

When I was only 15,

My responses all were sighs.

Now that I am ancient,

Like a weathered maple tree,

I still look first at faces

But the eyes are all I see.