THE LUST OF THE EYES - Robert Fuller Murray Poems


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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?