A Pair of soft, black eyes,
A velvet, dusky, cheek,
A flash of dazzling pearls,
An Eden for me speak.

And next a soft embrace;
My eyes drink to their fill,
The tender, liquid, depth,
Of orbs that ever thrill.

A long, ecstatic, kiss,
That drowns all earthly strife:
What gift can e'er exceed,
A pure, confiding, wife?