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O FOR the look of those pure grey eyes —

Seeming to plead and speak —

The parted lips, the deep-drawn sighs,

The blush on the kissen cheek!

O for the tangle of soft brown hair,

Fanned by the lazy breeze;

The fleeting hours unshadowed by care,

Shaded by tremulous trees!

O for the dream of those sunny days,

Their bright unbroken spell,

And thrilling sweet untutored praise —

From lips once loved too well!

O for the feeling of days agone,

The simple faith and truth,

The Spring of time, life's rosy dawn —

O for the love and the youth!