midnight
We looked upon a vision of loveliness such , I think , as none has beheld since Trojan Helen was a maid . At first all I could note were the eyes , clear as rain-washed April skies , crystal clear as some secret spring sacred to crescented Diana . Their wide gray irises were flecked with golden amber and sapphire -- flecks that shone like clusters of little aureate and azure stars . Then with a strange thrill of wonder I saw that these tiny constellations were not in the irises alone ; that they clustered even within the pupils -- deep within them , like far-flung stars in the depths of velvety , midnight heavens . Whence had come those cold fires that had flared from them , I wondered -- more menacing , far more menacing , in their cold tranquillity than the hot flames of wrath ? These eyes were not perilous -- no. Calm they were and still -- yet in them a shadow of interest flickered ; a ghost of friendliness smiled . Above them were level , delicately penciled brows of bronze .