By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I have heard of reasons manifold
Why love must needs be blind,
But this the best of all I hold, –
His eyes are in his mind.
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair
He seeth with the heart.
Published in Love is a Poem (1962), an obscure anthology published by Peter Pauper Press I found in my in-laws’ house over the holidays.