Margaret of the tender eyes And secret smile, whose journey lies By shaded paths of beauty, you That ever from your childhood knew The hidden joy that laughs at night, The light that sleeps beneath the hills And gloriously bright Spills from the morning dew; Margaret of the tender eyes Pray for me in your paradise.
For you there's singing in the skies And flowers that dance in draperies Of regal colours, purple, gold, And cool sea-shadowed rose, each fold Falls stiff with stars set skillfully To fill the night with music meeting, And seven times distilled Sweet scented liquors blend to make love bold; Margaret of the tender eyes Pray for me in your paradise.
For I must linger with the wise And seek your dreams through their cold eyes, That never watched the sunlight wake To stretch and shiver on the lake, Dulled ears that never heard, Flaring bold as a bugle call, That one who dared All Heaven for his clear song's sake; Margaret of the tender eyes Pray for me in your paradise.
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