What is thy thought of me?
 What is thy feeling?
 Lov'st thou the veil of sense,
 Or its revealing?
 Leav'st thou the maiden rose
 Drooping and blushing,
 Or rend'st its bosom with
 Kissing and crushing?
 I would be beautiful
 That thou should'st woo me,
 Gentle, delightsome, but 
 To draw thee to me.
 Yet should thy longing eye
 Ever caress me,
 And quickened Fantasy
 Only, possess me,
 Thus thy heart's highest need
 Long would I cherish,
 Lest its more trivial wish
 Pall, and then perish. 

 Would that Love's fond pursuit
 Were crownèd never,
 Or that his virgin kiss
 Lasted for ever!