The Lust of the Eyes (1854)

31 The Lust of the Eyes (1854)

Elizabeth Siddal

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.

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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

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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?

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Will any hearken if she cries

Up to the unknown lands?

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