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.