Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave? br I said, you had no soul, 'tis true! br For what you are, you cannot have: br 'Tis I, that have one since I first had you! br br br I have heard of reasons manifold br Why Love must needs be blind, br But this the best of all I hold-- br His eyes are in his mind. br br What outward form and feature are br He guesseth but in part; br But what within is good and fair br He seeth with the heart.