George Butterworth — Look not in my eyes

Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me One the long nights through must lie Spent in star-defeated sighs But why should you as well as I Perish? Gaze not in my eyes A Grecian lad, as I hear tell One that many loved in vain Looked into a forest well And never looked away again There, when the turf in springtime flowers With downward eye and gazes sad Stands amid the glancing showers A jonquil, not a Grecian lad