Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took, And Each Doth Good Turns Now Unto The Other: When That Mine Eye Is Famish'D For A Look, Or Heart In Love With Sighs Himself Doth Smother, With My Love'S Picture Then My Eye Doth Feast, And To The Painted Banquet Bids My Heart; Another Time Mine Eye Is My Heart'S Guest, And In His Thoughts Of Love Doth Share A Part: So, Either By Thy Picture Or My Love, Thy Self Away, Art Present Still With Me; For Thou Not Farther Than My Thoughts Canst Move, And I Am Still With Them, And They With Thee; Or, If They Sleep, Thy Picture In My Sight Awakes My Heart, To Heart'S And Eye'S Delight.