A vision of undying beauty met mine lowly eyes,
My heart at tender gaze atood still: my soul in wild surmise
Did leap beyond this sordid life by earthly fence confined;
Her face undreamt of portals opened to my work-drugged mind.
But stay- -what is this craven feeling; trembling at our knees?
Why seems our eye to vacillate st sight of charms like these?
What mean we “man” dost this earth rule when woman’s glance, no more,
Will make the big, the brave, the strong quake deep in every pore?
When maiden small can lead a man, though he be twice her size,
To Hell and back, completely, by the rolling of her eyes?
by Ray Romine Friday, October 31, 1941
