A melody arises deep within,
A secret song that never there has been.
It swells and grows and rises up until
It fills my heart, imparting endless thrill.
O, fair Muse, pray, tell me, what song is this
That lights a flame within, effusing bliss?
That, gathering all my energies, decrees
That boundless love should bring me to my knees?
My frantic mind expends itself in vain
In doomed attempt to reach this higher plane;
But Intellect alone could never dream
Of penetrating Love’s obscure regime.
Instead, this song proceeds to flout and thwart
Each bid to disinter its wondrous art
Of making heart and mind combine to sing
And stubbornly to their belovèd cling.
Indeed, my very spirit glides away
To drunken dreams of blissful, endless day
Where finally I’ll lay beside my bride
And darkness nevermore can turn the tide.
But until then my heart will sing this song
That bursts forth fluently from love so strong,
As I thank God for causing it to be
That I’d be loved by one as sweet as she!
Should Narcissus, that handsome fool, have known
The awe of standing ‘fore Love’s glorious throne,
He’d fain have put away his fatal pride
And never would so shamefully have died.