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SO DARKLY, BRIGHTLY, BEAMING.
So darkly, brightly, beaming;
Her raven hair a midnight threw—
Her very glances seeming
To mourn the hearts, they nightly slew.
Her eyes, beyond all praising,
Were oh, so dark—so deep a hue;
I lost my heart in gazing,
And all but lost my senses too!
Her raven hair a midnight threw—
Her very glances seeming
To mourn the hearts, they nightly slew.
Her eyes, beyond all praising,
Were oh, so dark—so deep a hue;
I lost my heart in gazing,
And all but lost my senses too!
So softly, sweetly, parting;
Her very lips seem'd formed to heal
The wounds, her eyes were darting;
But lips, like eyes,—one's soul could steal!
There seem'd a league between them,
A league to render earth divine;
Oh, would I ne'er had seen them,
Or would she were for ever mine!
Her very lips seem'd formed to heal
The wounds, her eyes were darting;
But lips, like eyes,—one's soul could steal!
There seem'd a league between them,
A league to render earth divine;
Oh, would I ne'er had seen them,
Or would she were for ever mine!
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