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INTERLUDES.
THE SECRET.
WITHIN her eyes
I see strange lights, and changing dyes:
Love comes and goes—
Alas! who knows
The secret of those wondrous eyes?
I see strange lights, and changing dyes:
Love comes and goes—
Alas! who knows
The secret of those wondrous eyes?
I watch her face,
Like Psyche's in its maiden grace,
Yet cannot tell
If she———Ah! well,
Who could? if he should see her face.
Like Psyche's in its maiden grace,
Yet cannot tell
If she———Ah! well,
Who could? if he should see her face.
Those rose-leaf lips,
Fresh moist with dew that Cupid sips—
Who would not give
His life to live
Upon the honey of her lips?
Fresh moist with dew that Cupid sips—
Who would not give
His life to live
Upon the honey of her lips?
