The Death of Wolfe (n.d.)/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 tongue may speak,
But eyes alone the heart.
In one soft look what language lies!
O yes, believe me, Love has eyes.
O never, nay;
Can words Love's grace impart?
The fancy, weak,
The tongue may speak,
But eyes alone the 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.
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.