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THE EYES OF DOROTHY 
 
O MISTRESS of a myriad mysteries !   
I can remember every curve and span 
Of every lovely thing ;  I have the plan 
Of every crested crag and maze of ice 
That ever I beheld ;  then what device, 
Strange sorceress, has barred me with its ban 
From you ?  How is it, mistress, that I can 
Remember nothing of you but your eyes ?   
 
Your eyes !  Live arrows with a thousand deaths 
Armed !  Suns of poison, menacing the wreaths 
Of bay and myrtle that you twined !  Dread spies 
Of Satan that unveil the God in me, 
And strip it naked with their mockery !   
Death !  will you never take away your eyes ?