A coy allusion catches me -
With imagination pure -
A dream of heaven snatches me -
An angel at my door -
Doth penetrate the problem -
And to my heart communicate -
Ferries me away from Salem -
For Love insatiate -
Plants flowers in my head -
From whence the passion bled -
Going softly, ever soft with gentle tread -
Alive again after dying long ago in my head -