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Show MY BRIDE THAT IS TO BE I know not If her eyes are light As summer skies on darkest night li u I only know that they are dim I"' With mystery. In vain I peer To make their hidden meaning clear, While o'er their surface, like a tear g That ripples to the silken brim, J It A look of longing seems to swim ! f All worn and wearylike to me; And then, as suddenly, my sight f; Is blinded with a smile so bright, I Through folded lids I still may see j My bride, my bride that is to be. 3 James Whitcomb Riley. :4 |