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Reading edition
Sonnet
[Published in the Yorkshire Literary Annual for 1832. Edited by C.F. Edgar, London: Longman and Co. Reprinted in the Athenæum, 4 May, 1867.]
There are three things that fill my heart with sighs And steep my soul in laughter (when I view Fair maiden forms moving like melodies), Dimples, roselips, and eyes of any hue. There are three things beneath the blessed skies For which I live—black eyes, and brown and blue; I hold them all most dear; but oh! black eyes, I live and die, and only die for you. Of late such eyes looked at me—while I mused At sunset, underneath a shadowy plane In old Bayona, nigh the Southern Sea— From an half-open lattice looked at me. I saw no more only those eyes—confused And dazzled to the heart with glorious pain.