His eyes are so tender, bright:
Like heavens look at me at night,
With million stars, with light of moon,
At dawn I meet him pretty soon –
By every breath of morning wind,
By freshness of white-snow glint,
By sun that freely fondles me
By its exciting rays. I see
Him always through the day in all –
In all yard trees: so mighty, tall,
In all bullfinches: grey & red,
In spring that comes. I turn my head
To the exclusive evening thrill,
To the eternal love I feel
To him; his look is so nice
And so are his radiant eyes!
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