THOSE EYES.
Dreaming shadows flit about me, Making play-things on the wall,All the household has grown silent, There is darkness in the hall.I can feel a spirit-presence Standing closely by my side,That thrills my inmost being With a dream I thought had died.
It whispers to me mockingly Of hopes that once were mine—Bright gems that on the darkness Of the present vainly shine.Tresses brightly brown and waving, Eyes of richest, rarest blue,With love's own entrancing starlight Trembling softly through the blue.
Oh, those eyes, so blue and tender, Looking love deep into mine,
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