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VIOLET-EYES
SONNET
Your eyes were grey before, but now they gleamLike violets set within an ivory frame:
So soft and so ethereal a flame
Doth play about them, that to me they seem
As subtle and as shifting as a dream.
Your lips are sweet as violets, and as red
As roses: round about your fair soft head
Hovers a silvery moon-forsaken beam.
What miracles hath Love within his power,
That these clear eyes, that were but sorry grey
A short while since, now bloom like any flower,
Unfolding a most lovely violet ray,
Increasing in its warmth from hour to hour,
And in its tenderness from day to day.
January 9, 1872.
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