How lovely are my dreams of thee
The latchet of thy shoes are strings of lyre
The skin on thy face shines like ivory
With blush of rose meadow’s glory
Adorned by thine almond spicy eyes
That lit enow so sweetly my despondence
Floods beats hence pulses to my leanfleshed heart.
Thy teeth fresh like milk with honey
Thy lips are beds of flowers
Thy neck mine haven’s garland tower
The brush of thine hands my rich field sower.
My bed with dreams of thee is a sea of silk, stream of linen, and myrrh river.
My pillow a laver of water, washes my woe and sores
Somewither forsooth with thee comes
The skin on thy face shines like ivory
With blush of rose meadow’s glory
Adorned by thine almond spicy eyes
That lit enow so sweetly my despondence
Floods beats hence pulses to my leanfleshed heart.
Thy teeth fresh like milk with honey
Thy lips are beds of flowers
Thy neck mine haven’s garland tower
The brush of thine hands my rich field sower.
My bed with dreams of thee is a sea of silk, stream of linen, and myrrh river.
My pillow a laver of water, washes my woe and sores
Somewither forsooth with thee comes
Untainted gift of love eternal
From mine heart catcher, breath giver
And faithful soul redeemer!
