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Oh, My Love Has An Eye Of The Softest Blue

Oh, My Love Has An Eye Of The Softest Blue

by

Rev. Charles Wolfeby



Born Dublin 1791 -1823







Oh, my love has an eye of the softest blue,



Yet it was not that that won me;



But a little bright drop from her soul was there,



'Tis that that has undone me.



I might have pass'd that lovely cheek,



Nor perchance my heart have left me;



But the sensitive blush that came trembling there,



Of my heart if forever bereft me.



I might have forgotten that red, red lip,



Yet how from that thought to sever?



But there was a smile from the sunshine within,



And that smile I'll remember forever.



Think not 'tis nothing but lifeless clay,



The elegant form that haunts me;



'Tis the gracefully elegant mind that moves



In every step, that enchants me.



Let me not hear the nightgale sing,



Though I once in its notes delighted;



The feeling and mind that comes whispering forth



Has left me no music beside it.



Who could blame had I loved that face,



Ere my eye could twice explore her;



Yet it is for the fairy intelligence there,



And her warm, warm heart, I adore her.



Oh, my love has an eye of the softest blue,



Yet it was not that that won me;



But a little bright drop from her soul was there,



'Tis that that has undone me.



I might have pass'd that lovely cheek,



Nor perchance my heart have left me;



But the sensitive blush that came trembling there,



Of my heart if forever bereft me.



I might have forgotten that red, red lip,



Yet how from that thought to sever?



But there was a smile from the sunshine within,



And that smile I'll remember forever.



Think not 'tis nothing but lifeless clay,



The elegant form that haunts me;



'Tis the gracefully elegant mind that moves



In every step, that enchants me.



Let me not hear the nightgale sing,



Though I once in its notes delighted;



The feeling and mind that comes whispering forth



Has left me no music beside it.



Who could blame had I loved that face,



Ere my eye could twice explore her;



Yet it is for the fairy intelligence there,



And her warm, warm heart, I adore her.