Indian Love Songs

Oh Amber Eyes, oh Golden Eyes!
  Oh Eyes so softly gay!
Wherein swift fancies fall and rise,
  Grow dark and fade away.
Eyes like a little limpid pool
  That holds a sunset sky,
While on its surface, calm and cool,
  Blue water lilies lie.

Oh Tender Eyes, oh Wistful Eyes,
  You smiled on me one day,
And all my life, in glad surprise,
  Leapt up and pleaded "Stay!"
Alas, oh cruel, starlike eyes,
  So grave and yet so gay,
You went to lighten other skies,
  Smiled once and passed away.

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Do you ever think of me? you who died
    Ere our Youth's first fervour chilled,
With your soft eyes closed and your pulses stilled
    Lying alone, aside,
Do you ever think of me, left in the light,
From the endless calm of your dawnless night?

I dream of your soft and sorrowful eyes

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The sudden Thought of your Face is like a Wound
          When it comes unsought
On some scent of Jasmin, Lilies, or pale Tuberose.
Any one of the sweet fragrant flowers,
Flowers I used to love and lay in your hair.

Sunset is terribly sad. I saw you stand
Tall against the red and the gold like a slender palm;
The light wind stirred your hair as you waved your hand,
Waved farewell, as ever, serene and calm,
To me, the passion-wearied and tost and torn,
Riding down the road in the gathering grey.
          Since that day
The sunset red is empty, the gold forlorn.

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