When I see your fiery slaying eyes again, a spectacular show
I can tell how far their look would venture and go
Back to the spring morning in the park glow
With sapphire shadows and meadows with wire fence low
Or your beautiful may eyes wander back to oak trees in the spring
When you unloosed my hair and kissed me as a king
My head that lay against your naked knees
In the leaf shadow of wild bushes and the sound of chirruping birds and buzzing bees
And still another shining place, the foaming beach grace
You would remember - how the vast isolated dun
And the remote wild mountain with bare craggy crest
That one diamonds and pearls morning, glared white with sun.
But I will turn my eyes from you if I be taught
That you are fickle and full of frauds
As you yourself may turn to put away
The jewels you have worn at night
And you cannot wear them by the light of the day.
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