113: Since I left you, my eye
catches you in my mind in viewing creatures, the governor e.g.
— the gentlest doves — mountains.

Untrue, yet replete with you, my mind’s eye sees you day and night.
Untrue.
My point is awfully slight — incapable of more, out and about, unkind ~
~ For leaving you makes me blind and rude ~
Yet even dove- or sea-crow-forms pay you homage, shaped to your features.

Other men have the mind to impart your functions,
I notice — still they deliver no part of you, true mind.