Eyes: A Fragment
How eloquent are eyes!Not the rapt poet's frenzied layWhen the soul's wildest feelings strayCan speak so well as they.How eloquent are eyes!Not music's most impassioned noteOn which Love's warmest fervours floatLike them bids rapture rise.
Love, look thus again,--That your look may light a waste of years,Darting the beam that conquers caresThrough the cold shower of tears.Love, look thus again!
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