With Those Clear Eyes
Look at me, love, with those clear eyes
In which I see the thoughts arise,
As, gazing in a limpid well,
Unto Narcissus it befell
To see himself with glad surprise.
Blue with the blue of summer skies, —
Dear skies, behind which heaven lies, —
With one swift gaze my gloom dispel.
Look at me, love!
See all my heart! Its weakest cries,
Its lonely prayers, its longing sighs,
A language are which you can spell;
You do not need what words can tell
On printed page to make you wise.
Look at me, love!
In which I see the thoughts arise,
As, gazing in a limpid well,
Unto Narcissus it befell
To see himself with glad surprise.
Blue with the blue of summer skies, —
Dear skies, behind which heaven lies, —
With one swift gaze my gloom dispel.
Look at me, love!
See all my heart! Its weakest cries,
Its lonely prayers, its longing sighs,
A language are which you can spell;
You do not need what words can tell
On printed page to make you wise.
Look at me, love!
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