The Blindness of the Hearts

Thy blandishments, so riveting,
hath captur`d me, engulf`d my heart,
and hath me, to the lightest string,
attach`d, with half the world apart.
Within the sight of lasting love,
let taint`d be reality,
and lover`s heart seem fair, thereof,
oh, thus was my serenity.

My heart felt light, and wasn`t pain`d
by dreams of thee, and thereby fell
in love with thee, to be retain`d
forever, in thine ardent spell.
And seemeth it not fair and free
my lady fair, to be in love
to hold the hand of such as thee,
to feel the love that thou bestow?

And aye, it seemeth fair, indeed,
but is not so, but desolate.
I rather would, my heart was free`d,
of love, that thou doth desecrate,
but `tis not free, and nor am I.
Until the day, it will not be,
when `neath the crystal-bluest sky
I standeth by the grave of thee.