Forest buds, from the woods of Maine | ||
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CHARMED.
Turn away thy strange soft eyes,
They oppress me with their beauty,
And the light that in them lies
Lures me far from right and duty.
They oppress me with their beauty,
And the light that in them lies
Lures me far from right and duty.
I have watched their dazzling beam
Till my very life and being,
Thought and speech and motion seem
Centered in the sense of seeing.
Till my very life and being,
Thought and speech and motion seem
Centered in the sense of seeing.
Though the fire of thy strange eyes
To my very heart is burning,
Still my wildered spirit sighs
Deeply for their soft returning.
To my very heart is burning,
Still my wildered spirit sighs
Deeply for their soft returning.
For my all of bliss in life
I have known since first I met thee,—
Ah! it is a weary strife
This vain struggle to forget thee!
I have known since first I met thee,—
Ah! it is a weary strife
This vain struggle to forget thee!
Forest buds, from the woods of Maine | ||