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Celia's Eyes
Pastiche
Tell me not that babies dwell
In the deeps of Celia's eyes;
Cupid in each hazel well
Scans his beauties with surprise,
And would, like Narcissus, drown
In my Celia's eyes of brown.
In the deeps of Celia's eyes;
Cupid in each hazel well
Scans his beauties with surprise,
And would, like Narcissus, drown
In my Celia's eyes of brown.
Tell me not that any goes
Safe by that enchanted place;
Eros dwells with Anteros
In the garden of her face,
Where like friends who late were foes
Meet the white and crimson rose.
Safe by that enchanted place;
Eros dwells with Anteros
In the garden of her face,
Where like friends who late were foes
Meet the white and crimson rose.
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