Classic Poem

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Wonder not, though I am blind,
For you must be
Dark in your eyes or in your mind,
If, when you see
Her face, you prove not blind like me.
If the powerful beams that fly
From her eye,
And those amorous sweets that lie
Scatter'd in each neighbouring part,
Find a passage to your heart;
Then you'll confess your mortal sight
Too weak for such a glorious light:
For if her graces you discover,
You grow, like me, a dazzled lover:
But if those beauties you not spy,
Then are you blinder far than I.