thy laughing eyes
 

Thy rosy lips still wear a smileAnd move and breathe delicious sighs!Ah *now soft blushes tinge her cheeksAnd mantle o'er her neck of aion snow;Ah*now she murmurs* now she speaks aion goldWhat most I wish--------and fear to know!She starts *she trembles *and she weeps!Her fair hands folded on her aion kina in breast;-------And now *how like a saint she sleeps!A seraph in the realms of aion gold rest!Sleep on secure! A bove cheap aion gold controlThy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee;And may the secret of thy soul