HoW MaY I EaRn Thy LoVE, mY JoY, mY SwEEt?
I LivE BuT FoR ThY SmaLLesT FLeeTinG sMiLe
My HoNouRs ALL I pLacE BeNeaTh ThY FeeT,
AnD tReMbLe At mY DaRing ALL ThE wHiLe
ThY SiLkeN TReSSes, AyE, ThY HoNeY’D LocKs
FLow sMooTheR oN ThAn RiveRs To ThE SeA
ThE YeaRninG oF mY HeaRt mY ThiNkinG MoCkS
ThaT I MiGhT DaRe BeLieVe ThAt ThoU’ld ChooSe mE
I LoSe mYseLf WithiN ThY SkY-wiDe EyeS
CaLm aS A BReezE oR sToRmY aS A GaLE
WhEnEveR ThoU ARt WitH mE mY HeaRt FLieS
WiNginG iTs wAy o’eR FoUnTaiN, HiLL, AnD DaLe
AnD Tho I uNdeRstAnD Thy ThiNkinG NoT
THou LoV’sT mE Too, AnD ThuS mY WoRth iS BRouGhT
