My love, it wanders through the vales alone
From whence a time a perfect match it sought.
It once did search the whole, and finding naught
Did come to rest beside a fount of stone.
And in those crystal waters was there shone
A vision that was with such beauty fraught
That little could my mind contain the thought
Of maiden fair that such a face could own.
But when some ripples cast the view aside
Then onward did I search to find that face...
A face from which all other beauty pales.
I searched for years, my heart, my only guide
But even now, of her there is no trace,
And so my love, it wanders through the vales.