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ADMIRATION.
In the wondrous light of a pair of brown eyes,
What language I read in the distance;
My soul is suddenly lost in surprise,
And can offer therefore on resistance.
An easy prey to the magic spell
I fall, and am helpless to rise;
No subtle power in fairy dell,
Than that in those thrilling brown eyes.
What language I read in the distance;
My soul is suddenly lost in surprise,
And can offer therefore on resistance.
An easy prey to the magic spell
I fall, and am helpless to rise;
No subtle power in fairy dell,
Than that in those thrilling brown eyes.
One moment they quietly rested on me;
The next they were wantonly straying;
And now they're swimming in ecstasy,
Unaware of the havoc they're playing.
Just now they are looking quite innocently—
A moment before wondrous wise.
I would I could fathom the depth of that sea
In those thrilling mysterious dark eyes.
The next they were wantonly straying;
And now they're swimming in ecstasy,
Unaware of the havoc they're playing.
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A moment before wondrous wise.
I would I could fathom the depth of that sea
In those thrilling mysterious dark eyes.
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