Imagine that you are living in a hilltown in the middle of nowhere. Imagine that your beloved is living in a big city far, far away. Imagine that she is due to pass by your hilltown, but unable to come up for a hug and a kiss for all kinds of reasons beyond your control. Imagine standing on top of your hill and watching her pass by on the road below, too far for her to see you. Now imagine your pain, your tears, and your silent sobs. Medieval to boot. And thus lovely past compare.