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206 Lo! my love was not my love. Stonily my heart cried: “Take a fool for master, Turn, brain, O faster, While the jingling bells repeat Much the chaff and little wheat Behind a pair of soul-lit eyes You a soul would fain surprise. Non ewise as he you ne'er could know. Because a sweet tongue tells you so. All his deeds were done before; All his thoughts a borrowed store. Said I, “He is heaven-sent With his thinking brows so bent,” This false light that made my day Was the sun's reflected ray, Dancing broken on the wave Of ignorance, nor can I save One tossing spark of foolish light To make a beacon for my night Blind for love's sweet sake to be, Seeing is a misery.”