'bout your surrounding ears,
they sickly yell out loud;
'bout your surrounding lips,
they could get me drizzling;
'bout your surrounding hands
they adorn my giddy browsing;
'bout your surrounding arms,
they can shelter such a crowd.
'bout your surrounding eyes,
(homesickin' gates of dawn)
they control the honey brown;
that spreads its wings n' flies.
eyes whence flows, at times,
a piercing syrop's fountain;
mind which soaks, sometimes,
all the night's dizziest shades;
heart from where, inconstantly,
charmingest scatter emanates;
soul whose clarity (deeply gaz'd)
repels each annoying little pain.
