Who was the sweetest of my springs, lays deep;
Beneath the soils that once her eyes adored,
Her gaze it seemed the flowers growth did keep
No season since were blessed with sweeter chord,
Now littler do appear the daisy's growth,
Has stains of salt from out my eye impaired
What mirrored the flourishing of my love?
Witnessed by eyes that on her beauty stared
Now seem to turn to heaven's Grace above.
Oh! Gentle buds you need not search the sky:
Abundant love surpasses mortal's guise
And lives on where in love did fix the eye;
Then know this truth of love, that yours be wise:

Remain she does, sweet flowers dear beside!
For yours to view, then here my chest inside!