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<p class="poetry">O praise me not with your lips, dear one!<br/>
Though your tender words I prize.<br/>
But dearer by far is the soulful gaze<br/>
Of your eyes, your beautiful eyes<br/>
Your tender, loving eyes.</p>
<p class="poetry">O chide me not with your lips, dear one!<br/>
Though I cause your bosom sighs.<br/>
You can make repentance deeper far<br/>
By your sad, reproving eyes,<br/>
Your sorrowful, troubled eyes.</p>
<p class="poetry">Words, at the best, are but hollow sounds;<br/>
Above, in the beaming skies,<br/>
The constant stars say never a word,<br/>
But only smile with their eyes—<br/>
Smile on with their lustrous
eyes.</p>
<p class="poetry">Then breathe no vow with your lips, dear one;<br/>
On the winged wind speech flies.<br/>
But I read the truth of your noble heart<br/>
In your soulful, speaking eyes—<br/>
In your deep and beautiful
eyes.</p>
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