 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
OH! LOVELY EYES.
Oh! lovely eyes, whose gentle radiance, glowing
With speechless meaning, beareth more to me
On the pure stream from out the soul-spring flowing,
Than language breath'd by voice of melody:
For words are cold to tell the full heart's meaning,
To sound the deep where Love in secret lies—
In guarded words there may be timid feigning,
But no deceit can lurk in those sweet eyes!
With speechless meaning, beareth more to me
On the pure stream from out the soul-spring flowing,
Than language breath'd by voice of melody:
For words are cold to tell the full heart's meaning,
To sound the deep where Love in secret lies—
In guarded words there may be timid feigning,
But no deceit can lurk in those sweet eyes!
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Oh! lovely eyes, where truth, with lustre blending,
Shines—like the north star o'er the wintry sea,
Some lonely bark in midnight course befriending—
Oh, lovely eyes, beam gently thus on me.
How blest my course with such bright eyes to guide me,
Who'd ask for words when Love's own light replies?
Were Love not there, your glances had denied me,
For no deceit can lurk in those sweet eyes!
Shines—like the north star o'er the wintry sea,
Some lonely bark in midnight course befriending—
Oh, lovely eyes, beam gently thus on me.
How blest my course with such bright eyes to guide me,
Who'd ask for words when Love's own light replies?
Were Love not there, your glances had denied me,
For no deceit can lurk in those sweet eyes!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |