AH, turn your pretty eyes away! br You would not have me love again? br Love's pleasure does not live a day, br Immortal is Love's pain, br And I am tired of pain. br br br I have loved once--aye, once or twice; br The pleasure died, the pain lives here; br I will not look in your sweet eyes, br I will not love you, Dear, br Lest you should grow too dear. br br br For I am weary and afraid. br Have I not seen why life was fair, br And known how good a world God made, br How sweet the blossoms were, br How dear the green fields were? br br br And I have found how life was gray, br A mist-hung road, a quest in vain, br Until once more Love smiled my way br And fooled me once again, br And taught me grief again. br br br Now I will gather no more grief; br I only ask to see the sky, br The budding flower, the budding leaf, br And put old dreamings by, br The dreams Love tortures by.