April

April

TELL me,eyes,what’tis ye’re seeking;

For ye’re saying something sweet,

Fit the ravish’d ear to greet,

Eloquently[228]，softly speaking.

Yet I see now why ye’re roving;

For behind those eyes so bright,

To itself abandon’d quite,

Lies a bosom,truthful,loving,—

One that it must fill with pleasure(https://www.daowen.com)

’Mongst so many,dull and blind,

One true look at length to find,

That its worth can rightly treasure.

Whilst I’m lost in studying ever

To explain these cyphers[229]duly，—

To unravel my looks truly

In return be your endeavour!

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