Finis
We seem to have no language,
you and I;
Our words are clothed in silence:
not a sigh
From lips encased in virtues smile;
not a cry
Lest ears not tuned to love, defile
The sanctuary of that smothered breath,
Where hope meets Death.
Anna M. Johnson
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Eyes
I never saw such lovely eyes,
To have no light within them.
To have no thought, no sweet surprise,
No tears to ever dim them.
I never saw such lovely eyes,
So large, so round, and tender,
With lashes lifted to the skies,
But blind — may Heaven defend her !
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