Diamonds pierce the eyes to which they are rare,
Guarded and cherished their light never fades!
And yet you, your beauty would know no bounds,
Were it not for the ease by which eyes have found it:
O were it sought and found! How sweet it would be,
Like water to the parched, like the moon out at sea—
Those diamonds would be stars in your broad, bright light.
Yet only blinks are your shields from stares who steal you!

O know: a beauty with no mystery is but a beauty never seen,
For, only he who’s sight is tempered will truly see your gleam.

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