Thou enfold the scent of summer fresh hence warm.
Fondled the beds of May flow’rs, blest and shower’d.
Effaced adieu thoughts that float amidst
Verily mine heart hath tendered and missed.
I laud! No tedious day shall ever pass
To entreat thy port beyond breath’s dwelling last.
My pray’r this moment would ne’r yon rest
For amongst earth’s breast the sight of thee is best!