Love has eyes

Love's blind, they say,

Oh! never! nay,

Can words love's grace impart?

The fancy weak,

The tongue may speak,

But eyes alone the heart,

In one soft look what language lies,

Oh, yes, believe me, love has eyes.

Love's wing'd, they cry,

Oh! never! I,

No pinions have to soar;

Deceivers rove,

But never love,

Attach'd, he roves no more:

Can he have wings who never flies?

And yet, believe me, Love has eyes.