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Her Beautiful Eyes

O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew  On the violet's bloom when the morning is new,  And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun  O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run:  As the morn shirts the mists and the clouds from the skies--  So I stand in the dawn of her beautiful eyes.  And her beautiful eyes are as midday to me,  When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee,  And the throat of the thrush is a-pulse in the heat,  And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet  And delirious breaths of the air's lullabies--  So I swoon in the noon of her beautiful eyes.  O her beautiful eyes! they have smitten mine own  As a glory glanced down from the glare of The Throne;  And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar  Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical Star,  And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise--  So I grope through the night of her beautiful eyes.

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James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known a…

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