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 wile.

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 if my Lady pray
To our Father which is in 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?