I dream; I dream
To weave our honest love
In memorable verses, so perpetual.

They would fly
Across the time, across the space.
In the bright and dark sky they would echo.

I fail to find
The most precious words
To describe thy true feelings for me.

Oh! I sigh; I much cry
To see my utterly fiasco.
My beloved! Forgive me; I do beseech.