'T IS love that blinds my heart and eyes, -- I sometimes say in doubting dreams, -- The face that near me perfect seems Cold Memory paints in fainter dyes. 'T was but love's dazzled eyes -- I say -- That made her seem so strangely bright; The face I worshipped yesternight, I dread to meet it changed to-day. As, when dies out some song's refrain, And leaves your eyes in happy tears, Awake the same fond idle fears, -- It cannot sound so sweet again. You wait and say with vague annoy, "It will not sound so sweet again," Until comes back the wild refrain That floods your soul with treble joy. So when I see my love again Fades the unquiet doubt away, While shines her beauty like the day Over my happy heart and brain. And in that face I see no more The fancied faults I idly dreamed, But all the charms that fairest seemed, I find them, fairer than before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 1 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EPITAPH; INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT ERECTED BY GENTLEMAN FOR HIS LADY by JAMES BEATTIE MORNING ON SHINNECOCK by OLIVA WARD BUSH |