't is love that blinds my heart and eyes, <br />I sometimes say in doubting dreams,- <br />The face that near me perfect seems <br />Cold Memory paints in fainter dyes. <br /> <br />'T was but love's dazzled eyes I say <br />That made her seem so strangely bright; <br />The face I worshipped yesternight, <br />I dread to meet it changed to-day. <br /> <br />As, when dies out some song's refrain, <br />And leaves your eyes in happy tears, <br />Awake the same fond idle fears, <br />It cannot sound so sweet again. <br /> <br />You wait and say with vague annoy, <br />"It will not sound so sweet again," <br />Until comes back the wild refrain <br />That floods your soul with treble joy. <br /> <br />So when I see my love again <br />Fades the unquiet doubt away, <br />While shines her beauty like the day <br />Over my happy heart and brain. <br /> <br />And in that face I see no more <br />The fancied faults I idly dreamed, <br />But all the charms that fairest seemed, <br />I find them, fairer than before.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-doubt/
