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LOVE CHAUNT.
I
I think I've looked on eyes that shoneWith equal splendour,
And some, but they are dimmed and gone,
As wildly tender.
I never looked on eyes that shed
Such home-light mingled with such beauty,—
That 'mid all lights and shadows said,
“I love and trust and will be true to ye.”
II
I've seen some lips almost as red,A form as stately;
And some such beauty turned my head
Not very lately.
But not till now I've seen a girl
With form so proud, lips so delicious,
With hair like night, and teeth of pearl,—
Who was not haughty and capricious.
III
Oh, fairer than the dawn of dayOn Erne's islands!
Oh, purer than the thorn spray
In Bantry's highlands!
In sleep such visions crossed my view,
And when I woke the phantom faded;
But now I find the fancy true,
And fairer than the vision made it.
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