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HOLY EYES.
Keep thine eyes calm, my little one, my dove!
The deeps above
Will not for aye all fretful colours drown
Within their own:
The deeps above
Will not for aye all fretful colours drown
Within their own:
Keep thine eyes cool, my love, as melon-juice
Or the deep sluice;
Full oft shall they be heated into tears
In the far years:
Or the deep sluice;
Full oft shall they be heated into tears
In the far years:
Keep thine eyes pure, my darling, as a slice
O' the polar ice;
Soon the bad winds shall bead them with a rime
Of loathliest slime:
O' the polar ice;
Soon the bad winds shall bead them with a rime
Of loathliest slime:
Keep thine eyes clear, my sweet, as the bright rim
Of waves at brim;
Nor let them deaden with the common dues
That matrons use:
Of waves at brim;
Nor let them deaden with the common dues
That matrons use:
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Keep thine eyes loving, dearest, if thou'dst be
A heaven to me;
O my one lake of love, let no shade quiver
On thee, for ever!
A heaven to me;
O my one lake of love, let no shade quiver
On thee, for ever!
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