I care not for my Lady’s soul <br />Though I worship before her smile; <br />I care not where be my Lady’s goal <br />When her beauty shall lose its wile. <br /> <br />Low sit I down at my Lady’s feet <br />Gazing through her wild eyes <br />Smiling to think how my love will fleet <br />When their starlike beauty dies. <br /> <br />I care not if my Lady pray <br />To our Father which is in Heaven <br />But for joy my heart’s quick pulses play <br />For to me her love is given. <br /> <br />Then who shall close my Lady’s eyes <br />And who shall fold her hands? <br />Will any hearken if she cries <br />Up to the unknown lands?<br /><br />Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lust-of-the-eyes/
