Gloriana, standing still,
Leaning on the windowsill.
Hear my plea, I won’t be long,
Gloriana, hear my song.

Gloriana, in the night
Many seek to reach your light.
Some avow to come from far,
Most will stay who swear they are.
Of each would-be prince-to-come,
Gloriana, I’m the one.

Few arise who walk on air,
Fewer rise that fall from there.
So I kneel to ask that thee,
Gloriana, come to me.

What from heaven how high above
Bids the beast to sing like a dove?
What so near is near as far
As the utmost distant star?
Set my lightless torch aflame,
Let my fortune bear thy name.
Be my shepherd, be my lamb,
Gloriana, take my hand

And with a kiss, let it be shown
All is none till each be known.
Bare your light! Let it shine!
Gloriana, yours for mine.