1. I wish I knew who it was and how she walked by,
Did the sun rise on her or was it the moon?

2. I think it was the mind that showed her to me contemplating,
Or the image of the soul that thought showed me,

3. Or a figure that took shape in my soul from my hopes,
So that sight imagined her in its perception,

4. Or was none of this so, rather she was an event
Brought by a cause to my destined end.