I heard a noise and wished for a sight, I looked for life and did a shadow see Whose substance was the sum of my delight, Which came unseen, and so did go from me. Yet hath conceit persuaded my content There was a substance where the shadow went. I did not play Narcissus in conceit, I did not see my shadow in a spring: I know mine eyes were dimmed with no deceit, I saw the shadow of some worthy thing; For, as I saw the shadow glancing by, I had a glimpse of something in mine eye. But what it was, alas, I cannot tell, Because of it I had no perfect view; But as it was, by guess, I wish it well And will until I see the same anew. Shadow, or she, or both, or choose you whither: Blest be the thing that brought the shadow hither. |