It has been said You must remain unknown.
Then I shall ask, what are these eyes
That they should know, as if foreknown,
They form my present sight to make it wise
To let apparent absence so ensure
Their vision know the truth of what it sees:
Such wealth as Yours be there or else be poor?
No idolatrous dissemblance can seize
The nature of appearances that shift
And shift again, for some account must show
On what such changing rests. True vision’s gift
Can bring to sight what it must ever know —
The purpose of our seeing is to hold
To what our sight and vision interfold.
