Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes
by John Keats
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Published 01/07/1880
Sweet, sweet is the greetings of the eyes
And sweet is the voice in its greeting.
When adieux have grown old and goodbyes
Fade away when old time is retreating.
Warm the nerve of a welcoming hand
and earnest a kiss on the brow,
When we meet over the sea and o'er land
Where furrows are new to the plough.