THE
LUST OF THE EYES
I
care not for my Lady's soul
Though I worship before her
smile;
I care not where be my Lady's goal
When her
beauty shall lose its wire.
Low
sit I down at my Lady's feet
Gazing through her wild
eyes
Smiling to think how my love will fleet
When
their starlike beauty dies.
I
care not for my Lady pray
To Our Father which is infinite
Heaven
But for joy my heart's quick pulses play
For
to me her love is given.
Then
who shall close my Lady's eyes
And who shall fold her
hands?
Will any hearken if she cries
Up to the unknown
lands?
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