An open hearted maiden true and fair.
Her heart is pure as snow.
Her love in higher loves endure
And is of sovereign nature, that I know.
With such a fervent flame of human love
Never maiden glowed before.
Her heart is like the well contented dove.
And will cling to me for evermore

Low is her voice but ? mysterious way
To my heart so cold,
Which to a louder one is closed and, may
To none other be unfurl’d
Never yet had heaven appeared so blue,
My blood danced in me,
When I learned this love so strange and new,
Which in her eyes I see.

Untouched by any shade of years
May those kind eyes for ever dwell,
And may they ne’er be wet with tears
Of sorrow, than to none can tell;
For I will soon be home again,
To take thee in my arms for aye.
And never will thy heart have pain;
And ne’er will thou have cause to sigh.

WE