I fix mine eye on thine, and there <br />Pity my picture burning in thine eye; <br />My picture drowned in a transparent tear, <br />When I look lower I espy. <br />Hadst thou the wicked skill <br />By pictures made and mard, to kill, <br />How many ways mightst thou perform thy will? <br /> <br />But now I have drunk thy sweet salt tears, <br />And though thou pour more I'll depart; <br />My picture vanished, vanish fears <br />That I can be endamaged by that art; <br />Though thou retain of me <br />One picture more, yet that will be, <br />Being in thine own heart, from all malice free.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/witchcraft-by-a-picture/
