  Watch me, eyes of the wind and rain, See if I come to the dusk with stain, Search me, eyes of the soaring sun, See what mischief my hands have done. If there be beauty of word or deed, If there be truth or a scorn of greed, Give me the peace of your dark, sweet hours, Let me be still as your moon and flowers. If there be harm to a heart that trusts, If there be pander to sordid lusts, Curse and condemn me to wide-eyed pain, Judge, and pay me, eyes of the rain. |
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