I COULD not bear to see those eyes

On all with wasteful largess shine,

And that delight of welcome rise

Like sunshine strained through amber wine,

But that a glow from deeper skies,

From conscious fountains more divine,

Is (is it?) mine.

Be beautiful to all mankind,

As Nature fashioned thee to be;

’Twould anger me did all not find

The sweet perfection that’s in thee;

Yet keep one charm of charms behind,—

Nay, thou ’rt so rich, keep two of three

For (is it?) me!