Now do I know that Love is blind, for I <br />Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, <br />No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, <br />Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. <br />Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky, <br />Seres Spring's maturity, checks Summer's birth, <br />Leaves linnet's pipe as sad as plover's cry, <br />And makes me in abundance find but dearth. <br />But when thy feet flutter the dark, and thou <br />With orient eyes dawnest on my distress, <br />Suddenly sings a bird on every bough, <br />The heavens expand, the earth grows less and less, <br />The ground is buoyant as the ether now, <br />And all looks lovely in thy loveliness.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-blindness/
