Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear They Mirror True The Sight I See, And There You Find Your Face Too Clear And Love It And Be Lost Like Me. One The Long Nights Through Must Lie Spent In Star-Defeated Sighs, But Why Should You As Well As I Perish? Gaze Not In My Eyes. A Grecian Lad, As I Hear Tell, One That Many Loved In Vain, Looked Into A Forest Well And Never Looked Away Again. There, When The Turf In Springtime Flowers, With Downward Eye And Gazes Sad, Stands Amid The Glancing Showers A Jonquil, Not A Grecian Lad.