Highland plaid (2)/Love Has Eyes
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LOVE HAS EYES.
Love's blind, they say,
O never, nay:
Can words Love's grace impart?
The fancy, weak,
The tounge may speak,
But eyes alone th heart.
In one soft look what language lies!
O yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
Love‘s wing’d, they cry—
O never, I—
On pinions love to soar;
Deceivers rove,
But never love,
Attach'd he moves no more;
Can he have wings who never flies?
And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
F I N I S.