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, O Sapphire Eyes, serene and clear, Tender and careless, not the stars above Could take less heed of one who held them dear Than you Beloved, who could not, would not, love.

Ah, Sapphire Eyes, who could not, would not, care Or shed on me their soft indifferent beams, The long white day may keep you far as fair, Yet you come very near to me in dreams.

Dreams: when I force you with soft violence To turn on me their tender azure shine, And tune your voice to this sweet eloquence "I am your lover, lend your lips to mine."

"Refuse me not." Ah, when would I refuse? "Turn here your face." When would I turn away? I, whose one wish is that you should infuse Your life in mine in love's completest way.

I, who had held that life had given me all Had it, oh, if it had but given me you! Had Fate but ordered your soft light to fall Across my solitudes, O eyes of blue.

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