O let me be in loving nice

O let me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o'er precise.
That I may charm my charmed dear
As tho' I felt a secret fear

To lose what never can be lost,
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be
Wrongly called Fidelity.