Dearest, I did not think a year ago,
When through a throng I saw you sway,
Caught your eyes, majestic in their show,
And felt a brightness to the day,
That in so scarce, so very scarce a time,
The all-mighty Love, our creed in life,
Would bear upon me, hearing our heart's rhyme,
Assuage assaults of passion's baleful knife,
Perfect care and clamouring love and joy,
For this soul aspires by passion borne,
Aloft in affection for a boy,
That doth foresee the wake of dawn,
Welcomed at end of dank night fathoms deep,
Resplendent rays of sun adorn the skies,
Strength of thee is one to keep,
In sickness and in health I surmise.