Shall I reveal how oft my thoughts of yours?
As plenty as the stars do maze the sky
And each their shooting spec with their explores
And sparkle they; as lit my inner eye.
O' I too think of you; when skies are blue
They flutter with the birds of snowy white
Then as the feathers fall, as does for you;
Each plume affix with love of mine recite.
I wonder you; no more than waves can bring
No less than all the shells who whisper love,
But even more than petals of the Spring.
Give thoughts to voice, and you have heard your dove.

To count the granules of a sandy beach
Would number thoughts, much more than I could teach.