Excerpt from Poems N my deafness still to hear thee, Like a Spirit, singing near me; In my blindness to behold thee Fairer through the clouds that fold me. Still in fate's despite to love thee, Cannot this, proud Beauty, move thee Something to forgive my boldness, Something to forget thy coldness. Pride has whispered cease thy wooing Hopeless love is life S undoing; Shame has whispered, cease thy sighing, Scorn best answers love's denying. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.