LEND me thy fillet, Love! I would no longer see: Cover mine eyelids close awhile, And make me blind like thee. Then might I pass her sunny face, And know not it was fair; Then might I hear her voice, nor guess Her starry eyes were there. Ah! Banished so from stars and sun -- Why need it be my fate? If only she might dream me good And wise, and be my mate! Lend her thy fillet, Love! Let her no longer see: If there is hope for me at all, She must be blind like thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THESEUS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN OUTSIDE THE TOYSHOP by JANE BARLOW DESPISED AND REJECTED by KATHARINE LEE BATES |