Canto LX

Tho' if an eye that's downward cast

      Could make thee somewhat blench or fail,

      So be my love an idle tale,

And fading legend of the past;

And thou, as one that once declined,

      When he was little more than boy,

      On some unworthy heart with joy,

But lives to wed an equal mind;

And breathes a novel world, the while

      His other passion wholly dies,

      Or in the light of deeper eyes

Is matter for a flying smile.