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 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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YOU.
I saw your face, and knew it was the Spring;Your eyes were bluer than the morning skies,
And when you smiled the birds began to sing,
Waiting no longer for the sun to rise.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |