BLINDED WITH THINE EYES
Reading edition
Sweetheart, I love thee, I can say no more, For I am blinded with thine eyes, and with Thy voice am dumb, and lulled beyond all sleep, All death beyond, with thy strange fragrance, sweet; And though it seemed the glory could not last, Yet, in each moment, dear, some new sweet thing I learned of thee,—some message from thine eyes Of wonder, some ecstacy in the form of thee, Which is more fair than all of loveliness.
