Your EyesThe Earth and all her jubilee and might, and self-inflicted hardship overcome, and doctrine forged to settle wrong and rightno more can tell her doctors from the Sun-with science and scripture stirred and made the same, and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold, and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name, and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew, as each one treads your lashes and your hair,but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew; and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare- and don the golden makeup and disguise, as lashes keep the sunlight from your eyes.