1. Oh, my love has an eye of the softest blue, Yet it was not that that won me; But a little bright drop from her soul was there, 'Tis that that has undone me. 2. I might have pass'd that lovely cheek, Nor perchance my heart have left me; But the sensitive blush that came trembling there, Of my heart if forever bereft me. 3. I might have forgotten that red, red lip, Yet how from that thought to sever? But there was a smile from the sunshine within, And that smile I'll remember forever. |
4. Think not 'tis nothing but lifeless clay, The elegant form that haunts me; 'Tis the gracefully elegant mind that moves In every step, that enchants me. 5. Let me not hear the nightgale sing, Though I once in its notes delighted; The feeling and mind that comes whispering forth Has left me no music beside it. 6. Who could blame had I loved that face, Ere my eye could twice explore her; Yet it is for the fairy intelligence there, And her warm, warm heart, I adore her. |
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