You are my love as winter greets the dawn
And warms itself--throws off the hoar of night.
You are my love as hunters greet the fawn:
They chase her down and give her no respite.
You are my love as moonbeams on the sea
Which light a silver path to heav'n's door.
You are my love. I give myself to thee
With all my heart and soul and strength and more.
But all my heart cannot furnish your due
As you deserve much more than I can give.
Your beauty takes my soul and leaves in lieu
A shadow barely managing to live.
As strength turns coat I can but shrink in awe
Yet you I love, with these I thee adore.