There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,And bitter poison within thy tear.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
The lone couch of his everlasting sleep.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs.
How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
A smile that glow'dCelestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
When you call me that, smile!
I feel in every smile a chain.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
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