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Soft eyes of blue! sweet eyes of blue!
They haunt me morn and night;
Whate'er I do, they thrill me through;
They're ever in my sight;
It was not so a May ago;
Uncaged my fancy flew,
Ah, quiet thought! by love uncaught,
And those sweet eyes of blue.
They haunt me morn and night;
Whate'er I do, they thrill me through;
They're ever in my sight;
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Uncaged my fancy flew,
Ah, quiet thought! by love uncaught,
And those sweet eyes of blue.
Adieu—adieu—my books, on you
I never now may pore;
From every page those fair eyes gaze;
I read—I read no more;
No—sweetest tongue hath never sung
Aught I may now dream through;
My thought they trance with haunting glance
Those gentle eyes of blue.
I never now may pore;
From every page those fair eyes gaze;
I read—I read no more;
No—sweetest tongue hath never sung
Aught I may now dream through;
My thought they trance with haunting glance
Those gentle eyes of blue.
O love! O change! how cold and strange
To all old thoughts I've grown!
Hope's learned to prize those soft fair eyes,
Those mild sweet eyes alone;
'Tis so—'tis so;—all—all, they go,
The hopes I used to woo;
My haunted thought can harbour nought
Save those fair eyes of blue.
To all old thoughts I've grown!
Hope's learned to prize those soft fair eyes,
Those mild sweet eyes alone;
'Tis so—'tis so;—all—all, they go,
The hopes I used to woo;
My haunted thought can harbour nought
Save those fair eyes of blue.
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