Lovers - Swell - With ecstacy
Can the deep joys fathom -
With wanton wiles - With magic smiles -
Embrace the sweetest passion:
Lapping at the fountain
From whence the floods of desire
Go trickling over Lover's dale
I will pluck him all the flowers
That flourish on the vale

An exquisite ethos in his face
Too joyous for little heart as my own
Butterflies do ballet in my stomach
Sweeping, soaring overgrown -
His rubric of compassion -
To inferior spirit shown