WAS ever a bard in such pitiful plight? br Was ever such seen by yon stars in the skies? br A-pit or a-bed—by day and by night, br I'm plagued by the magic of two hazel eyes. br br A leaf in a whirlwind, I'm sent to and fro, br And peace, panic-stricken, my bosom still flies; br For rest I implore, but my portion below br Is the rest-killing magic of two hazel eyes. br br The world it goes up, and the world it goes down, br And the lofty descend, and the lowly arise; br But fortune, the filter, may smile or may frown, br I feel but the magic of two hazel eyes. br br Once blithe as a linnet I lilted my lay, br And won the applause of both foolish and wise— br Now deaf, dumb, derided, I go on my way, br Bewitched by the magic of two hazel eyes.