English poem
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by Arthur Sherburne Hardy (1847–1930)
For in thy clear and steadfast eyes Thine own self wonder deepest lies, Nor any words that lips can teach Are sweeter than their wonder speech. And when thou givest them to me, Through dawns of tenderness I see,-- As in the water-sky, The sun of certainly appear. So, ask me why, For then thou knowest, Dear.