The Stolen Heart

When first my lovesome lady I espied,
Then were mine eyes with joy so deeply fraught
That now and ever must that bliss abide.
Forthwith a miracle of love was wrought:
She came so softly thro' mine eyelids gliding,
She never stumbled in that narrow gate,
But down within my heart she settled straight,
And there I hold that sweet one still in hiding.

Let be! Let be! What wouldst thou, blessed dame,
That thus thou dost assault me on that spot
Where hitherto no woman ever came
To make assault so vigorous and hot.
Have mercy, lady! 'Tis not fair to fight me;
My heart is subject more to thee than me.
It ought to be with me but 'tis with thee;
So I must wait thy mercy to requite me.