The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done.
The mind has a thousand eyes.
The light of a whole life dies When love is gone.
The night has a thousand eyes and the day only one.
I give thee what is most my own – A Dedication by Francis William Bourdillon.