Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; 
 They have taught you to see 
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things, 
A cunning algebra in the faces of men, 
 And God like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly. 
 
I?ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind; 
 If I can?if any one could. 
Then perhaps in the dark you?ll have got what you want to find.
You?ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
 And I?m a kaleidoscope 
That you shake and shake, and yet it won?t come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.?But God, how I hate you! 
 Do you fear I shall swindle you? 
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow??so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness? 
 I hate you.