With such calm certainty
Those eyes looked back at me
And I was lost
I knew before I said
That I as sure as had
Foresworn the cost
A clear pearl on a string
And at that beckoning
And in that place
A butterfly’s soft breath
Or fox-step light as death
Were on a face
So I could not say no
And e’en would gladly go
Into the rise
Against all better thought
For I could ever not
Gainsay those eyes
Those Eyes
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