I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet,
his face bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away complete
My face turned pale as deadly pale,
my legs refused to walk away,
and then he looked, what could i ail?
my life and all seemed to turn to day
and then my blood rushed to my face
and took my eyesight quite away
the trees and bushes around the place
seemed midnight and noonday
i could not see a single thing
words from my eyes did start -
they spoke as chords do from the string
and blood burnt around my heart
are flowers the winters choice?
is love's bed always snow?
he seemed to hear my silent voice
not loves appeals to know
i never saw so sweet a face
as that i stood before
my heart has left its dwelling place
and can return no more