I find myself encompassed
By effulgent, glimmering things
Beneath the tree are packages
Atop are angel's wings

I find myself encumbered
With all the charms of love
But in the world that you know
It falls from high above

You sit upon your suitors
Do their tears become your wine?
While you revel in favor
I will alight my shrine

I worship this one god, and by God he shall be mine