Like a lion caged am I this restless night,
Straining to thy presence only fly,
On winged feet through forest's starry light,
There gently on thy lap my head to lie,

That thou may'st quench the fire within me rages,
The thirst for thee that doth my soul inflame,
Thus drinking deep of thee, whom my heart craves, I
Recover human stature once again.

Then would I pour on thee, who art my treasure,
The loving sweet that thou dost richly measure,
In hope that in some manner, in some kind,
I may bring you joy, oh joy of mine!