How eloquent are eyes! Not the rapt poet`s frenzied lay When the soul`s wildest feelings stray Can speak so well as they. How eloquent are eyes! Not music’s most impassioned note On which Love’s warmest fervours float Like them bids rapture rise. Love, look thus again,-- That your look may light a waste of years, Darting the beam that conquers cares Through the cold shower of tears. Love, look thus again!SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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