“ Yes.” They stood above the world, In a world apart, And she drooped her happy eyes, And stilled the throbbing pulses Of her happy heart. And the moonlight fell above her, Her secret to discover, And the moonbeams kissed her hair, As though no human lover Had laid his kisses there. 2. “ Look up, brown eyes,” he said, “ And answer mine, Lift up those silken fringes, That hide a happy light, Almost divine.” The jealous moonlight drifted To the finger half uplifted, Where shone the opal ring— Where the colours danced and shifted On the pretty, changeful thing. 3. Just the old, old story, Of light and shade, Love, like the opal tender, Like it, maybe to vary,— Maybe to fade. Just the old, tender story, Just a glimpse of morning glory, In an earthly paradise, With shadowy reflections, In a pair of sweet brown eyes. 4. Brown eyes a man might well Be proud to win ! Open, to hold his image, Shut, under silken lashes, Only to shut him in. Oh, glad eyes look together, For life’s dark, stormy weather, Grows to a fairer thing, When young eyes look upon it, Through a slender wedding ring.