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When Phyllis Laughs
By John Hay (18381905)
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My heart asks if my dazzling eyes
Or if my ears take more delight
In luscious sound or beauty bright,
When Phyllis laughs.
In the soft curving lips I prize
Promise of raptures infinite,
When Phyllis laughs.
I see beneath Idalian skies,
Clad only in the golden light,
Calm in perfection’s peerless might,
The laughter-loving Venus rise,
When Phyllis laughs.