Sweet Eyes Of Blue.

    Sweet eyes of blue! The stars by night,
    That swoon the world with laughing light,
        And touch the hills with tender glow
        While all the vales are kissed below,
    Beside you would no more be bright.

    My worlds ye are, and while I throw
    My heart to catch the beams that flow
        From your fair shrine, my woes take flight,
        Sweet eyes of blue!

    Glad orbs of beauty! In your sight
    My soul mounts up with secret might,
        Till Eden's lovely bowers I know;
        And as through Heaven's gates I go,
    The pleasures all my sorrow smite,
        Sweet eyes of blue!

Freeman Edwin Miller

Freeman Edwin Miller was an American poet, journalist, and teacher, best known for his work in Oklahoma. Born on November 9, 1864, in New Jersey, Miller moved to Oklahoma in 1894, where he became a prominent figure in the literary and educational communities. He is remembered for his contributions to early Oklahoma literature, as well as his work in promoting education and journalism in the region. He passed away on July 14, 1951.

Freeman Edwin Miller

Sing Not Of Beauty.

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

In The Vales.

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

My Mollie, O!

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

If Love Were King.

Freeman Edwin Miller, Simple Poetry

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Her Beautiful Eyes.

    O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew
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O, Gentle Shade Of Quiet Woods.

    O, gentle shade of quiet woods,
        Where nature dwells in leafy halls,
        I love the sacred voice that falls
    In music o'er thy solitudes!
    Within thine arms the weary heart
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        That slumber in the silent breast,
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In The Vales.

    When from these vales I go,
        That slumber on in dreams,
    O, will the summer winds dance to and fro,
        And kiss the streams
    That play where roses scatter fond perfume
    And lilies burst with bloom?

    Glad children of the spring,
        They moan their music sweet
    Where tangled grasses wave, and softly sing
        Where meadows meet,
    And wildwood shadows drooping bless
    The groves with happiness.

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        Among the granite hills,
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Away, Away, From The Sultry Ways.

    Away, away, from the sultry ways
        Where the pleasures fall and fade,
    To the bannered corn and the meadowed bloom
        And the forest's cooling shade!

    Afar, afar, from the rooms of care
        With the toils of life distressed,
    To the grassy hills and the fragrant slopes
        And the quiet vales of rest!

    Away from the weary, dusty town,
        Where the sorrows dim the days,
    To the sleeping lake and the silent stream
        And the wildwood's tangled ways!

    To margins wide of the woodland pools,
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Within Thine Eyes.

Within thine eyes two spirits dwell,
The sweetest and the purest
That ever wove Love's mystic spell,
Or plied his arts the surest:
        No smile of morn,
        Though heaven-born,
Nor sunshine earthward straying,
        E'er charmed the sight
        With half the light
That round thy lips is playing.

The stars may shine, the moon may smile,
The earth in beauty languish,
Life's sorrows these can but beguile,
But thou canst heal its anguish.
        Thy voice, like rills
        Of silver, trills
Such sounds of liquid sweetness,
        Each accent rolls
        Along our souls,
In lyrical completeness.

If Friendship lend thee such a grace,
That men nor gods may slight it,
How blest the one who views thy face

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