No… don’t come to me! I want to adore
and love your two eyes from far, far away.
For, happiness’s beau just while waiting for—
when only allusion comes out of its way.
No… don’t come to me! There is more allure
in waiting with sweet apprehension, fear.
Just while seeking out everything is pure;
It’s nicer when just forboding is near.
No… don’t come to me! Why that, and what for?
Only from afar all stars spark and glee;
Only from afar we admire all.
No… let not your eyes come closer to me.