Lend me thy fillet, Love!
  I would no longer see:
Cover mine eyelids close awhile,
  And make me blind like thee.

Then might I pass her sunny face,
  And know not it was fair;
Then might I hear her voice, nor guess
  Her starry eyes were there.

Ah! Banished so from stars and sun—
  Why need it be my fate?
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