All day I sought my lady bright; I found her in the all-seeing night. Near me she seemed; I felt no fear. Nor wished for her to be more near. Her eyes were downward from me bent. Forgiving, shunning to resent; Severest love and anger kind And warm aversion made her blind. From her flushed cheeks and covered eyes And breast too sad to stir with sighs A movement came through the thick air Bringing me joy deep as despair. Silent she sat and still and sad. With all her brightness blackly clad; A golden cross burned on her breast. Where passions were opposed in rest. |