524. Upon Her Eyes.
Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies,
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.
A baby, see Note to 38, "To his mistress objecting to him neither
toying nor talking".
Like purest skies,
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.
A baby, see Note to 38, "To his mistress objecting to him neither
toying nor talking".
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