How bless'd are lovers in disguise!
Like gods, they see,
As I do thee,
Unseen by human eyes.
Exposed to view,
I'm hid from view,
I'm altered, yet the same:
The dark conceals me,
Love reveals me:
Love, which lights me by its flame.
Were you not false, you would me know;
For though your eyes
Could not devise,
Your heart had told you so.
Your heart would beat
With eager heat,
And me by sympathy would find:
True love might see,
One changed like me,
False love is only blind.
George Farquhar.