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|To O, of Her Dark Eyes|
Across what calm of tropic seas, |
’Neath alien clusters of the nights,
Looked, in the past, such eyes as these?
Long-quenched, relumed, ancestral lights!
The generations fostered them; |
And steadfast Nature, secretwise
Thou seedling child of that old stem
Kindled anew thy dark-bright eyes.
Was it a century or two |
This lovely darkness rose and set,
Occluded by grey eyes and blue,
And Nature feigning to forget?
Some grandam gave a hint of it |
So cherished was it in thy race,
So fine a treasure to transmit
In its perfection to thy face.
Some father to some mother’s breast |
Entrusted it, unknowing. Time
Implied, or made it manifest,
Bequest of a forgotten clime.
Hereditary eyes! But this |
Is single, singular, apart:
New-made thy love, new-made thy kiss,
New-made thy errand to my heart.
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