See, unrelenting Sylvia, see,
All this, and more, is 'long of thee:
For ere I saw that charming face,
Uninterrupted was my peace,
Thy glorious beamy eyes have struck me blind,
To my own soul the way I cannot find.
IX.
Yet is it not thy fault nor mine;
50Heav'n is to blame, that did not shine
Upon us both with equal rays—