THE LUST OF THE EYES

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?