Even though darksome glances slip
Adolf Jensen
Even though darksome glances slip,
Shining star, from you,
Yet no-one can deny
That you looked at me.
However the beam of your gaze may have endeavoured
To wound my breast,
Is there a suffering for which the joy
Of seeing you does not provide rich recompense?
And as mortally as my spirit
Suffered under your wrath,
Yet no-one can deny
That you looked at me.