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The holy, heart's beloved, beautiful, and kind,
And full of grace,—
She solely dwells sovereign queen within my heart and mind.
Her lovely face
I needs must ever love o'er aught on earth.
Such red there ne'er hath been and shall be never,
As her sweet, small mouth shows forth.

Her smile, her mien, and the bright glances of her eyes,
Her greeting sweet,
Beguile the heart within me, that in glad surprise
It 'gins to beat.
No doubt can linger: ne'er was such a sight!
Look, prithee, on her throat and each soft finger!
Nought in all the world's so white.

To be her prisoner I should never feel aghast,
But deem it good,
If she would in her white arms then hold me fast.
I never could
On my dear oppressor sweeter vengeance take:
I'd kiss her on the mouth and thus address her:—
"See, 'tis for its redness' sake!"