She’s a vagabond, a roving maid
Among the knots of my own thought.
This resting watcher, regard him not!
For his devotion for thee shall fade.
In this world where love I sought
All shall cease, and fall, and die,
So why would I this rule defy
And swear my love, if love I’ll not?
And still thou, fair dreamed lass
Sighs thy tender love, and alas!
Thou dost thy lips from me deny.
So be on earth my hopes all fled,
I’ll keep me from thy earthly bed,
For a kiss shall cease and fall, and die.