She turns her head, and plays with her ring
Quiet, not knowing which words she should allow
To pass her mouth.

Must I always sing
To your high window in the presence of another?
One you think more beautiful than me,
And will my lyrics always thus be smothered?
When I look into your eyes will it still be him I see?

The Lady turns back, lifts her eyes, and speaks.

I suppose that I am still drawn to that love
But it is empty now. It is now you that i seek,
Your lips to kiss in the rain and you above
All other perfect things shall I treasure -
For though he sparkled, you are my ruby above measure