So let it be: what shall I lose or gain
By looking less within those eyes?
The promise made shall therefore firm remain,
Though it may cause me care and pain;
My passion will not die, but rise
Beyond the earth, and pierce the skies.
Thine image is impressed upon my heart,
And though you hate, and even spurn,
I still will love, though I do bleed and smart
I'll be as true, nor seek to part;