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Judith
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O her eyes are amber-fine–
Dark and deep as wells of wine,
While her smile is like the noon
Splendor of a day of June.
If she sorrow–lo! her face
It is like a flowery space
In bright meadows, overlaid
With light clouds and lulled with shade.
If she laugh–it is the trill
Of the wayward whippoorwill
Over upland pastures, heard
Echoed by the mocking-bird
In dim thickets dense with bloom
And blurred cloyings of perfume.
If she sigh–a zephyr swells
Over odorous asphodels
And wan lilies in lush plots
Of moon-drown’d forget-me-nots.
Then, the soft touch of her hand–
Takes all breath to understand
What to liken it thereto!–
Never roseleaf rinsed with dew
Might slip soother-suave than slips
Her slow palm, the while her lips
Swoon through mine, with kiss on kiss
Sweet as heated honey is.