O gorgeous muse, when will you feel I what I do?
A truth wherein my warmest regards grew,
Through my heart a warm breeze blew,
For having seen a soul so true.

May not the despair of years to your feathers stick,
May the soils of the Earth's be warmed with your spirit,
For truth of You our heart's, a-lit,
Cleansed of their dirt and their grit.

O babe, embrace thy deepest emotion,
And feel thy heart brood in gestation,
Feel thy spirit soar in elation,
Teach me your heart's elocution.