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VII
BROWN EYES
In one maid's eyes, demurely blue,
Coy imps of mirth conspire;
Another maid's, grey-green of hue,
Are sea-mist flecked with fire;
In yet another's, darkly deep,
Shy flames of shadowy passion sleep.
Coy imps of mirth conspire;
Another maid's, grey-green of hue,
Are sea-mist flecked with fire;
In yet another's, darkly deep,
Shy flames of shadowy passion sleep.
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But dowered for me with dearer worth
Are one more maid's rich eyes,
Brown like the old brown human earth,
Yet starred like midnight skies—
As though in their warm glooms 'twere given
That earth should interblend with heaven!
Are one more maid's rich eyes,
Brown like the old brown human earth,
Yet starred like midnight skies—
As though in their warm glooms 'twere given
That earth should interblend with heaven!
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