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The loveliest eyes you can scorn with your wondrous glow: / O! beautiful childish eyes there abounds in your light, / A something unspeakably tender and good as the night: / O! eyes! over me your enchanting darkness let flow.
Large eyes of my child! O Arcana profoundly adored! / Ye resemble so closely those caves in the magical creek; / Where within the deep slumbering shade of some petrified peak, / There shines, undiscovered, the gems of a dazzling hoard.