Love’s Reason

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Love’s Reason

For that thy face is fair I love thee not;

Nor yet because thy brown benignant eyes

Have sudden gleams of gladness and surprise,

Like woodland brooks that cross a sunlit spot:

Nor for thy body, born without a blot,

And loveliest when it shines with no disguise

Pure as the star of Eve in Paradise⁠—

For all these outward things I love thee not:

But for a something in thy form and face,

Thy looks and ways, of primal harmony;

A certain soothing charm, a vital grace

That breathes of the eternal womanly,

And makes me feel the warmth of Nature’s breast,

When in her arms, and thine, I sink to rest.