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O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew / On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, / And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun / O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run: / As the morn shirts the mists and the clouds from the skies -- / So I stand in the dawn of her beautiful eyes.
And her beautiful eyes are as midday to me, / When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee, / And the throat of the thrush is a-pulse in the heat, / And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet / And delirious breaths of the air's lullabies -- / So I swoon in the noon of her beautiful eyes.
O her beautiful eyes! they have smitten mine own / As a glory glanced down from the glare of The Throne; / And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar / Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical Star, / And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise -- / So I grope through the night of her beautiful eyes.