XV
        
Look not in my eyes, for fear
         They mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
         And love it and be lost like me.
One the long nights through must lie
         Spent in star-defeated sighs,
But why should you as well as I
         Perish? gaze not in my eyes.
        
A Grecian lad, as I hear tell,
         One that many loved in vain,
Looked into a forest well
         And never looked away again.
There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
         With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
         A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.