In the highest hopes of Heaven
Do the radiant angels
Call the name of Helen.
Who's beauty is fair
Much like they which do dwell there.
Who's eyes do resemble
The stars at night that are assembled
To throw such light upon a wanderer far.
How thine beauty is to me,
Upon the waves of that crystal sea
And I do not by any means
Speak such truth for just pleasantries.
But the words embedded in my heart
Have kept their stay by your own part.
Though how the moon holds my envy
For upon that brim are you perched,
Praised by many.
And though I'm certain I hold your pity,
You remain to hold my heart.