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TO –

Oh, turn those eyes away from me!

Though sweet, yet fearful are their rays;

And though they beam so tenderly,

I feel, I tremble ’neath their gaze.

Oh, turn those eyes away! for though

To meet their glance I may not dare,

I know their light is on my brow,

By the warm blood that mantles there.