-Maiden-

 

I know not thy name

Tho i know thou art there

My lady, still waiting

Though I know not where

 

Ne'er have I seen thee

but I know thine eyes

One thousand white diamonds

in a summer sunrise

 

Ne'er have I smelled thee

but I know thine scent

A meadow of flowers

on gentle winds bent

 

Nay, I have not met thee

but thou art somewhere

Rush to me! Rush to me,

My angel, so fair!