The Heart Sees...

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The heart sees what the mind dares not perceive
And pitches camp when common sense cries, ‘Flee!’
If sober thought suggests a time to leave
Straightway the heart replies, ‘Where should we be
But rescuing ourselves from willful sloth
Which blots both mind and sense—as is our wont.
I know what you do not; forego your wrath,
Shall dreaming spires and vaults reprove a font?
Abide with me, acknowledging desire
For just this once. All common sense is blind;
Nor can it see each wish as gilded wire.
The heart knows what is hidden from the mind.’
  Aah, who would wish to know—for good, for ill—
  Tomorrow’s fate today? My heart, be still!