Eivlin a Ruin

I am dazzled with love for thee,
Eivlin a ruin!
To praise you is joy to me,
Eivlin a ruin!

My Glory of Light art thou!
My Solace most bright art thou!
My Mirth and my Might art thou!
Eivlin a ruin!

O, Fosterer sure art thou!
O, Wood-dove all pure art thou!
My heart's only Cure art thou!
Eivlin a ruin!

With frankness and spotless youth,
Eivlin a ruin!
Could you deceive my truth?
Eivlin a ruin!

More beauteous than Venus far,
More fair than the Morning Star,
My Helen, unstained, you are
Eivlin a riiin!

My red Rose, my Lily white,
My treasure for ever bright,
Darling! my soul's delight!
Eivlin a ruin!

I'd cross the salt sea with you,
Eivlin a ruin!
And ne'er — ne'er I'd flee from you,
Eivlin a ruin!

What soft tales I'd tell to you,
I'd taste your lips' sweetness, too,
I'd sing 'mid the falling dew,
"Eivlin a ruin!"

I'd bring you where rivers glide,
Where green boughs o'ershade the tide,
'Neath music of birds to bide,
Eivlin a ruin!

O! joy beyond life would bless, —
Eivlin a ruin!
Should I wed your loveliness,
Eivlin a ruin!

My fond arm would circle you,
My heart be your guardian true,
Ne'er maiden were loved like you,
Eivlin a ruin!

My beauteous Star, mild and clear,
Sooner than cause a tear,
O Death, — it were welcome here '
Evelin a ruin!