I THINK true love is never blind, But rather brings an added light; An inner vision quick to find The beauties hid from common sight. No soul can ever clearly see Another's highest, noblest part; Save through the sweet philosophy And loving wisdom of the heart. Your unanointed eyes shall fall On him who fills my world with light; You do not see my friend at all, You see what hides him from your sight. I see the feet that fain would climb, You, but the steps that turn astray: I see the soul unharmed, sublime; You, but the garment, and the clay. You see a mortal, weak, misled, Dwarfed ever by the earthly cold; I see how manhood, perfected, May reach the stature of a god. Blinded I stood, as now you stand, Till on mine eyes, with touches sweet, Love, the deliverer, laid his hand, And lo! I worship at his feet! |