Before have I loved without knowing why.
I have supposed that Love in her scheme knew
A purpose greater than the mind of I,
That bound I was. But bound--not I nor you.
It's said the chains of love are 'passing light
But slaves in fetters light will still be bound.
If golden fetters forbade you from sight,
Forswear would I the gifts of light and sound.
If Love's a tyrant that she keeps us twain,
That jealous name should both of us renounce
Which, with renouncing, would we quit the pain
That long diverts us from what truly counts.
-----It's your face, not hers, from which I do drink,
-----And your voice, not hers, teaches me to think.
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