Looking at an opal, a half-grey opal, br I remembered two beautiful grey eyes br I had seen it must have been twenty years before . . . br br For a month we loved each other br Then he went away, I think to Smyrna, br To work there; we never saw each other again. br br The grey eyes ---- if he lives ---- have lost their beauty; br The beautiful face will have been spoiled. br br O Memory, preserve them as they were. br And, Memory, all you can of this love of mine br Whatever you can bring back to me tonight.br br Constantine P.