your grace
I have a gift for you
a crown, a ring
the pleasure of the queen

and for me
I'd take the same
in form, in breadth
not half as much as you left

in greatness
in form granted to me
I hope, I pray
you crown yourself in my love this day

your heart
I would bathe in gold
in light, in riches
gold as summers bright

my lady
my good queen
(what a pair of us)
take a token from the dust

and know that I love you