All the words in all the world

All the words in all the world
Cannot tell you how I love you,
All the little stars that shine
To make a silver crown above you;

All the flowers cannot weave
A garland worthy of your hair,
Not a bird in the four winds
Can sing of you that is so fair.

Only the spheres can sing of you;
Some planet in celestial space,
Hallowed and lonely in the dawn,
Shall sing the poem of your face.