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O her eyes are amber-fine -- / Dark and deep as wells of wine, / While her smile is like the noon / Splendor of a day of June.
If she sorrow -- lo! her face / It is like a flowery space / In bright meadows, overlaid / With light clouds and lulled with shade / If she laugh -- it is the trill / Of the wayward whippoorwill / Over upland pastures, heard / Echoed by the mocking-bird / In dim thickets dense with bloom / And blurred cloyings of perfume.
If she sigh -- a zephyr swells / Over odorous asphodels / And wan lilies in lush plots / Of moon-drown'd forget-me-nots.
Then, the soft touch of her hand -- / Takes all breath to understand / What to liken it thereto! -- / Never roseleaf rinsed with dew / Might slip soother-suave than slips / Her slow palm, the while her lips / Swoon through mine, with kiss on kiss / Sweet as heated honey is.