Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light
The blend of star-sheen and black night;
O'er which, to sound their glamouring haze
A man might bend, and vainly gaze
Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep
In which life's ancient mysteries sleep;
Wherein, to seek the quested goal
A man might plunge, and lose his soul
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