Prithee tell me, O babe, of Love,
Of wonders that you see,
Veritable, a treasure trove?
Endless, as deepening sea?

Thine life as golden alms beget,
To us from all time,
Doth the pain of past abet,
Immortal in a rhyme,

Thy fearsome eyes blaze strong as sun,
I enrapt in view,
Like a leopard leap and run,
Spots an unusual hue,

How should I speak but true to thee,
Mistress of my passion,
Kindling my joy and glee,
Love, exquisite action.