TO turn my volumes o’er nor find <br />(Sweet unsuspicious friend!) <br />Some vestige of an erring mind <br />To chide or discommend, <br /> <br />Believe that all were lov’d like you <br />With love from blame exempt, <br />Believe that all my griefs were true <br />And all my joys but dreamt.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-to-read-me/
