3. Mine Eyes
By day mine eyes desire thee,
By night my soul desires thee,
Weary, I lie alone.
Once in a dream it seemed that thou wert beside me;
O far beyond all dreams, if thou wouldst come!
O lovely restless eyes, that speak
In languages despite!
For there sits Beauty, and the little Loves:
Between them devells Delight.
translated by Helen Waddell
(with permission from Miss Mollie Martin and Stanbrook Abbey)
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