Canto LX
Tho’ if an eye that’s downward castCould 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 whileHis other passion wholly dies,Or in the light of deeper eyesIs matter for a flying smile.