Sweetheart, that thou art fair I know, <br />More fair to me <br />Than flowers that make the loveliest show <br />To tempt the bee. <br /> <br />When other girls, whose faces are, <br />Beside thy face, <br />As rushlights to the evening star, <br />Deny thy grace, <br /> <br />I silent sit and let them speak, <br />As men of strength <br />Allow the impotent and weak <br />To rail at length. <br /> <br />If they should tell me Love is blind, <br />And so doth miss <br />The faults which they are quick to find, <br />I'd answer this: <br /> <br />Envy is blind; not Love, whose eyes <br />Are purged and clear <br />Through gazing on the perfect skies <br />Of thine, my dear.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweetheart-21/
