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Poem: “Song” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Song


O praise me not with your lips, dear one!
   Though your tender words I prize.
But dearer by far is the soulful gaze
   Of your eyes, your beautiful eyes
      Your tender, loving eyes.

O chide me not with your lips, dear one!
   Though I cause your bosom sighs.
You can make repentance deeper far
   By your sad, reproving eyes,
      Your sorrowful, troubled eyes.

Words, at the best, are but hollow sounds;
   Above, in the beaming skies,
The constant stars say never a word,
   But only smile with their eyes—
      Smile on with their lustrous eyes.

Then breathe no vow with your lips, dear one;
   On the winged wind speech flies.
But I read the truth of your noble heart
   In your soulful, speaking eyes—
      In your deep and beautiful eyes.


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