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On an pretty pleasure move And where feathered wings spring; A maiden's delight! my eyes owned: And meddled my heart to sing Out that...of its majesty, Thrusting out its lore of desire - Affected by an out-show without compare;

Her entreat of beauty! the admire: And she...of a high maiden's rank - - - the most. precious;

Her warm melting smile... Seemingly! was on its way to lure me, Alas! love only came that near of a embodied mile On an isle, where felt the constant fever of love; Where! at another day's end-as observe earth!

the moon's silver light; Be a beggar's enjoy, the savored content Of a rolling moment; a reality...drawn of shared delight

© Henry Farrell



As the day's noon shadow fall - - - With the blue sky smiling at me - and the murmuring wind in lonely birds' call, My eyes - - - true of Stella vision! Are no less in fact... Than in fancy of beauty - - - And the abide! love makes a forcible entry As I gaze devoutly with interest: But dare I...with impulsive movement, Honor the dreamy stupor with impulses Set on stealing my senses, Or as to calm! subdue my urge Ostentatiously blatant of desire deep shadow-form! Could vehemently move me to perform From a startled heart, Its awaken mind's obtain;

With the eye! its true secret of effect, It's most engaging! in the essay of love, as beauty reflects. © Henry Farrell

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