Poems (Kemble)/To ——— (Yet once again, but once, before we sever)

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4529600Poems — To ——Frances Anne Kemble

TO ——
Oh, turn those eyes away from me!
Though sweet, yet fearful are their rays;
And though they beam so tenderly,
I feel, I tremble 'neath their gaze.
Oh, turn those eyes away! for though
To meet their glance I may not dare,
I know their light is on my brow,
By the warm blood that mantles there.