I LOVE my love for she is like a garden in the dawn,
Pale, yet pink-flushed, with softly waking eyes,
And primrose hair that brightens to gold skies,
And petalled lips for dew to linger on.
I love my love for she is like the mirror of the moon,
( A sweet, small moon but newly come to birth )
So full of heaven is she, so close to earth,
So versed in holy spell and magic rune.
I love my love. O words that be too feeble and too few!
I love my love!— as April on the hill
Brings back earth's morning with each daffodil,
So she within my heart makes all things new.