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?