Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
II. Love’s Nature“Love not me for comely grace”
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For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart;
For those may fail or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever;
Keep therefore a true woman’s eye,
And love me still, but know not why.
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.