Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3808/Love's Logic
My happiness is in another's keeping, My heart delivered to a maiden's care, And she can cast it down or set it leaping (The latter process is extremely rare); Ah, would that love indeed had made me blind, That I might put her image out of mind!
Yet if I looked at her with eyes unseeing Her voice and laughter would not pass unheard; I should not be a reasonable being, I still should tremble at her lightest word; How could I then gain freedom from the spell Unless I turned completely deaf as well?
So, blind and deaf, I might perhaps recover A partial peace of mind, but all in vain, For memories pursue the luckless lover, And only death can ease him of his pain. Thus, having proved that I were better dead, I think I'll go and talk to her instead.