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 Our Mother lies in siesta now, And we listen to her breathings here; (They babble, babble all they know:) And we learn all the thoughts hid under her brow, All her heart's deep dreams of the happy year: (Gossiping softly, whispering low.)

Those azure, azure eyes Gaze on me with their love; And I am lost in dream, And cannot speak or move.

Those azure, azure eyes Stay with me when we part; A sea of azure thoughts Overfloods my heart.