TO ——

[Published in Poetical Works, 1839, 2nd ed. See Editor's Note.]

Yet look on me—take not thine eyes away,
⁠Which feed upon the love within mine own,
Which is indeed but the reflected ray
⁠Of thine own beauty from my spirit thrown.
⁠Yet speak to me—thy voice is as the tone⁠                      5
Of my heart's echo, and I think I hear
⁠That thou yet lovest me; yet thou alone
Like one before a mirror, without care
Of aught but thine own features, imaged there;
And yet I wear out life in watching thee;⁠                         10
⁠A toil so sweet at times, and thou indeed
Art kind when I am sick, and pity me...