THE FILLET
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Love has a fillet on his eyes; He sees not with the eyes of men; Whom his fine issues touch despise The censures of indifferent men. There is in love an inward sight, That nor in wit nor wisdom lies; He walks in everlasting light, Despite the fillet on his eyes. If I love you, and you love me, ’Tis for substantial reasons, sweet— For something other than we see, That satisfies, though incomplete; Or, if not satisfies, is yet Not mutable, where so much dies: Who love, as we, do not regret There is a fillet on Love’s eyes! Richard Henry Stoddard.
