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Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

Love is not blind. I see with single eye

Your ugliness and other women's grace.

I know the imperfection of your face,

The eyes too wide apart, the brow too high

For beauty. Learned from earliest youth am I

In loveliness, and cannot so erase

Its letters from my mind, that I may trace

You faultless, I must love until I die.

More subtle is the sovereignty of love:

So am I caught that when I say, "Not fair,"

'Tis but as if I said, "Not here--not there

Not risen--not writing letters." Well I know

What is this beauty men are babbling of;

I wonder only why they prize it so.