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Eugene Field - Jessie
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When I remark her golden hair
  Swoon on her glorious shoulders,
I marvel not that sight so rare
  Doth ravish all beholders;
For summon hence all pretty girls
  Renowned for beauteous tresses,
And you shall find among their curls
  There`s none so fair as Jessie`s.

And Jessie`s eyes are, oh, so blue
  And full of sweet revealings—
They seem to look you through and through
  And read your inmost feelings;
Nor black emits such ardent fires,
  Nor brown such truth expresses—
Admit it, all ye gallant squires—
  There are no eyes like Jessie`s.

Her voice (like liquid beams that roll
    From moonland to the river)
Steals subtly to the raptured soul,
    Therein to lie and quiver;
Or falls upon the grateful ear
    With chaste and warm caresses—
Ah, all concede the truth (who hear):
    There`s no such voice as Jessie`s.

Of other charms she hath such store
    All rivalry excelling,
Though I used adjectives galore,
    They`d fail me in the telling;
But now discretion stays my hand—
    Adieu, eyes, voice, and tresses.
Of all the husbands in the land
    There`s none so fierce as Jessie`s.
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