Rupert Brooke - He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her lyrics

He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over, But if to praise or blame you, cannot say. For, who decries the loved, decries the lover; Yet what man lauds the thing he's thrown away? Be you, in truth, this dull, slight, cloudy naught, The more fool I, so great a fool to adore; But if you're that high goddess once I thought, The more your godhead is, I lose the more. Dear fool, pity the fool who thought you clever! Dear wisdom, do not mock the fool that missed you! Most fair, — the blind has lost your face for ever! Most foul, — how could I see you while I kissed you? So . . . the poor love of fools and blind I've proved you, For, foul or lovely, 'twas a fool that loved you.