it is because of you, and you alone,
that in many directions, in grappling
blindness have I gone through hapless passion
and burning love, and then finding my life
far, far away from merely passing by.
in no moment hence have I been myself:
think how madly I seek your purest thoughts;
think how incessantly I conjure up
plaintive images of you in my mind.
wasn't I better off spared from knowing
you, less woebegone, little unseemly,
the least the fool now that I have loved you?
indeed it is because of you that such
things as these beautifully just happen.