Tho' if an eye that's downward cast
      Could make thee somewhat blench or fail,
      Then be my love an idle tale,
And fading legend of the past;

And thou, as one that once declined,
      When he was little more than boy,
      On some unworthy heart with joy,
But lives to wed an equal mind;

And breathes a novel world, the while
      His other passion wholly dies,
      Or in the light of deeper eyes
Is matter for a flying smile.


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