Like to a god he seems to me,
O more than god, if that may be,
The man who, seated next to thee,
Gazes, and hears
Thy laugh of love that snatched away
My soul and sense: for on the day
I saw thee, lady, voice could say
Not any word;
But tongue grew stark, and thro my frame
Fed unforeseen a subtle flame,
And rang my ears, and eyes became
Veiled, as in night.
