O ME! what eyes hath Love put in my head Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote Love's eye is not so true as all men's: No, How can it? O how can Love's eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears? No marvel then, though I mistake my view: The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO SAN FRANCISCO by SAMUEL JOHN ALEXANDER MOCK EPITAPH ON MR. AND MRS. ESTLIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |