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