His arrow of ecstasy strikes thine heart
Bathed in this state of euphoric love
Apportioned to they every core part
He immerses me my dashing darling dove
We shall not fly from this nest so sure
But gather even more tightly together
These days will remain with most splendid score
No clouds grey can blight out fruitful weather
He has the fullness of wonder to yield
This he shall impart to me every night
So thine be bursting with flourishing field
There be adoration to carry delight
Supreme the delivery of his sweet dart
This he fires to the pith of thine heart