My love's bright eyes, and in them never sees
The love my heart holds dear for him to meet;
But 'stead of this there's such a thing to please.
When light and warmth are here this morn once more,
It is reflected in my love's sweet face.
I gaze on this to ease my heart so sore;
All my fears and pains this can erase.
If only we were not so far apart!
The sun it follows the old self-same path,
And I must watch it with a longing heart,
Then hope to never feel so much your wrath;
But at the set of sun, and ev'ry night,
I look inside myself for love's soft light.