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Blue eyes and jet
  Fell out one morn,
Azure cried in a pet,
  “Away, dark scorn!—
“We are brilliant and blue
  “As the waves of the sea—
“And as cold and untrue
  “And as changeable ye.

“We are born of the sky,
  “Of a summer night,
“When the first stars lie
  “In a bed of blue light;
“From the cloudy zone
  “Round the setting sun,
“Like an angel’s throne,
 “Are our glories won.”

“Pretty ladies, hold,”
  Cupid said to the eyes—
For beauties that scold
  “Are seldom wise;
“’Tis not colour I seek
  “Love’s fires to impart—
“Give me eyes that can speak
  “From the depths of the heart.”