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EVA.
I'VE seen bright eyes like mountain lakes,
Reflecting heaven's blue;
And some like black volcano-gulfs,
With wildfire flashing through;
Reflecting heaven's blue;
And some like black volcano-gulfs,
With wildfire flashing through;
But thine are like the eternal skies,
Which draw the soul afar—
Their every glance a meteor,
And every thought a star.
Which draw the soul afar—
Their every glance a meteor,
And every thought a star.
Some lips when robbed seem cherries sweet,
—Small sin to those who stole—
But thine are like the Eden fruit,
Whose theft may cost a soul.
—Small sin to those who stole—
But thine are like the Eden fruit,
Whose theft may cost a soul.
Oh, coral fruit of Paradise!
Who would not grasp the prize?
With heaven so near to bring him back,
In those eternal eyes.
Who would not grasp the prize?
With heaven so near to bring him back,
In those eternal eyes.
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