For give me, fair One, nor resent <br />The Lines to you I lately sent. <br />They seem, as if your Form you priz'd, <br />And ev'ry other Gift despis'd: <br />When a discerning Eye may find, <br />Your greatest Beauty's in your Mind.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-recantation-to-the-same-lady/
