Let me not to marry the loveless mind br Admit perfectly; love is not love br That he likes evil mind br Or bends with the scissor to cut or kill: br Oh, no, it is a black mark br That looks on hot tempests and is never shaken; br It is the star to every wandering yelling, br Whose matter's unknown, although his life is taken? br Love's not times'fading, though beautiful eyes and smile br Within his bending sick's mind come; br Love alters nor with his quick hours and weeks, br But bears it out even to give me a break.