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Florence Earle Coates (Флоренс Эрл Коутс)


Ditty: “My True Love's Eyes”


My true-love's eyes are a surprise
     ⁠To put an end to ranging;
They vary so,—come weal, come woe,—
     ⁠One can but watch their changing!

Sometimes they shine with light divine,—
⁠     Twin deeps where moonbeams hover,—
Anon they seem like stars agleam,
⁠     With laughter brimming over.

My true-love's mouth is as the south
⁠     In time of blossom, sunny;
A rose, in death, bequeathed it breath,
⁠     And bees have lent it honey.

But oh, her heart is still the art,
     ⁠The magic fresh and living,
That wins the free her slaves to be
⁠     By its own gift of giving!



Florence Earle Coates's other poems:
  1. Let Me Believe
  2. By the Conemaugh
  3. First and Last
  4. To the Tsar (1890)
  5. Love Sailed at Morn


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