Love in a Look

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Love in a Look

Let me but feel thy look’s embrace,

Transparent, pure, and warm,

And I’ll not ask to touch thy face,

Or fold thee in mine arm.

For in thine eyes a girl doth rise,

Arrayed in candid bliss,

And draws me to her with a charm

More close than any kiss.

A loving-cup of golden wine,

Songs of a silver brook,

And fragrant breaths of eglantine,

Are mingled in thy look.

More fair they are than any star,

Thy topaz eyes divine⁠—

And deep within their trysting-nook

Thy spirit blends with mine.