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’