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A WHITE WITCH

I

Eyes that the morning star outshine,
Veiled with their arching shade!
Eyes from whose amorous deeps divine
Looks forth a stainless maid!
Eyes that the painter's art in vain
Erewhile had burnt upon my brain,—
No longer look on mine, or nevermore refrain!

II

Turn, turn that lustrous gaze away,
Enchantress innocent!
No angers in those lightnings play,
No willing bolts are sent;—
All childly-free those glances fly,—
Nor yet the less must droop and die
The heart lost unaware, and won unconsciously.