Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1856/A Love-Song

sapphires are those eyes of thine, Thou loveliest, thou sweetest; And oh! thrice happy is the man, Whom with true love thou greetest.

Thy heart, it is a diamond, A beauteous light it showeth, And oh! thrice happy is the man, For whom with love it gloweth.

Like rubies are those lips of thine, So perfect in their moulding; And oh! thrice happy is the man, Who's blest with their beholding.

Oh, could I find that happy man, As he his pathway wended, Some day, alone, through the green wood His bliss would soon be ended!

Saphire sind die Augen dein Твои глаза — сафиры; взгляд (Гейне; Минаев) Сапфиры у тебя глаза (Гейне; Василий Гиппиус) Сапфіри оченьки твої (Гейне/Леся Українка)