Impartiality

I cannot say a scene is fair

Because it is beloved of thee

But I shall love to linger there,

For sake of thy dear memory;

I would not be so coldly just

As to love only what I must.

I cannot say a thought is good

Because thou foundest joy in it;

Each soul must choose its proper food

Which Nature hath decreed most fit;

But I shall ever deem it so

Because it made thy heart o'erflow.

I love thee for that thou art fair;

And that thy spirit joys in aught

Createth a new beauty there,

With throe own dearest image fraught;

And love, for others' sake that springs,

Gives half their charm to lovely things.