Wer süht er in Ogen, so blau un so fram,
Un denkt ni an Engeln, un allerhand Kram?
I.
In church she is surely the stillest of all,
She steps through the market so fair and so tall,
II.
So softly, so lightly, with wondering eyes,
As deep as the sea, and as blue as the skies.
III.
Who thinks not a deal when he looks on the main?