91. Wright, Frank Lloyd. Typed Poem Signed to W. B. Pierce Editorial Columnist at the Cecil Whig. 4to, single sheet, original envelope; minor soiling.

Scottsdale, AZ, February 10th, 1959 [3000/5000]

"Oh mine eyes! beloved little windows brightSo long you give me lovely lightPicture after picture you, so friendly, you lit for meYet, someday you will darkened be - Someday when my eyelids, tired, dropAnd you, extinguished, my soul has rest:Groping then my wandering feet to stopI lay me down in some dark quest.Then you, my eyes, are with me stillTwo fading stars turned in from everythingTo guide me on as I must or willAs together, forth we fly on wing.Alone I wander in the Evening FieldAlone with the fading stars above meOh, drink, mine eyes, of Earths' oer'flowing yieldWhat 'ere my drooping lids may yet allow thee?