Shakespearean Variation: Sonnet 141
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes;
they have but few fair sights that they may note.
'Tis true that what they see none need despise,
but my eyes are not so very apt to dote,
and bright things that have my eyes delighted
bring no delight to which my love is prone.
Yet still your face has vision invited
and I am glad to see me not alone.
Though eyes do not love, yet my spirit can,
and in my way I say that I love thee
in ways that touch the heart and root of man,
and I shall train my eyes to lovers be.
-- For surely sight of you is my true gain,
and would be, though your brightness brought me pain.
