He Puts The Poem By, To Say His Eyes Are Not Themselves To-Day! A Sudden Glamour O'Er His Sight - A Something Vague, Indefinite - An Oft-Recurring Blur That Blinds The Printed Meaning Of The Lines, And Leaves The Mind All Dusk And Dim In Swimming Darkness - Strange To Him! It Is Not Childishness, I Guess, - Yet Something Of The Tenderness That Used To Wet His Lashes When A Boy Seems Troubling Him Again; - The Old Emotion, Sweet And Wild, That Drove Him Truant When A Child, That He Might Hide The Tears That Fell Above The Lesson - "Little Nell." And So It Is He Puts Aside The Poem He Has Vainly Tried To Follow; And, As One Who Sighs In Failure, Through A Poor Disguise Of Smiles, He Dries His Tears, To Say His Eyes Are Not Themselves To-Day.