Love will you kindly tell me if my eyes Really see the beauty I desire Or if it is in me my focused aim Giving her face a lovelier attire? Love you must know for you come here with her To rob me of my peace which angers me Still I would not demand one sigh the less Nor a less ardent fire in which to burn ‘The beauty that you see is hers indeed But grows in rising to a better place If it through mortal eyes can reach the heart There it becomes chaste lovely and divine For the Immortal wants all like itself And it is this your eyes see and enshrine’