There is Europe---

There is Europe
In his eyes, dark brown and
In his way the Europe
That we hear of is there--
To learn, tho' perhaps
Not for us.
But there is Europe in his eyes
Deep and some-how Altered
Than the dull Others
Who lack that
To us--who have never been to
Us who may some-how, may rise beyond those
Dull Others
To us that effusive Europe
In his eyes.
He speaks and
To those of us who
Can, to those of us
Who do,
See Europe.
A shadow in Milan.
That little piece of London
Suddenly missing because
It is in his Eyes

Some-one Sleeps.