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Meseemeth thy glance, soft enshrouded with dew, / Thy mysterious eyes (are they grey, green or blue?), / Alternately cruel, and tender, and shy, / Reflect both the languor and calm of the sky.
Thou recall est those white days -- with shadows caressed, / Engendering tears from th' enraptured breast, / When racked by an anguish unfathomed that weeps, / The nerves, too awake, jibe the spirit that sleeps.