< Evening Songs (1920)
XVIII
Thy beautiful eye is a lake
In darkness gently waving;
In it the bright lights of the night
And heavens’ blue are laving.
And as pure crystal it is clear,
One sees the bottom in it—
But who attempts to look in deep
Will shortly be drowned in it.
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