Lightest of trifles lover's blood to him
Who wastes the vitals of the hapless wight！
For him I'm jealous of my sight and thought；
My heart acts spy upon my thought and sight：
Those longlashed eyelids rain on me their shafts
Guileful，destroying hearts where'er they light：
Now，while my portion in the world endures，
Shall I behold him ere I quit worldsite？
What bear I for his sake I'd hide，but tears
Betray my feelings to the spy's despight.
When near，our union seemeth ever far；
When far，my thoughts to him aye nearest are.'