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blind, they say,

O never, nay;

Can words Love’s grace impart?

The fancy weak,

The tongue may speak,

But eyes alone the heart.

In one soft look what language lies!

O, yes, believe me, Love has eyes.

Love’s wing’d they cry—

O, never I

On pinions love to soar;

Deceivers rove,

But never love,

Attach’d he moves no more:

Can he have wings who never flies?

And yes, believe me, Love has eyes.