A woman here I knew and one I loved,

Her countenance surprising all who saw

And made them stop and stare at her with awe,

And even I in my first glance was moved.

Her eyes were dark as an onyx gem’s gleam,

Her lips bright red as a crimson-hued rose,

Her eyelids ever drooping to a close

As if she were getting lost in a dream.

Oh ever full of clouds her eyes did seem,

That gleam around her lids so darkly painted,

The crimson lips with blood is always tainted,

From gnawing them to hold a silent scream.

How silent and how so darkly demure,

This creature who such sadness must endure.