For oft when in my cloistered room
I lie beside this window pane,
And gaze upon the flowers in bloom
And merge my tune with April rain,
I dream so deep with all my heart
About the blooming fair romance;
The way you hug my darling art
And kiss my lips with every chance.
The way you hold me in your breast
And I feel the tranquil softness there,
And I blend my soul with endless zest
And breathe so soft my winsome prayer.
And the way I behold the firmament,
And hark the thousand mingled tones
Of birds that sing to heart’s content
In a mid-spring day upon the stones.
Ah! What pleasure in thy chest,
To lie in peace, do sleep and rest!
And behold the twinkling stars at night,
Holding thy seraphic body tight.
Fair thou art, my warbling Queen,
The fairest among all cosmic beings!
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