If all the world were blind,
And I were as well,
I don't think I could find,
My love, nor love foretell
Beauty would not shine
Nor be a kindly presence.
Dark would call the world mine
And quench all vital essence.
Form would be blank;
and night would seem to endure
My heart would lose its strength
I'd write no poetic lore
with thee oh light
Be! that beauty might.
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