If you but looked inside my mind
you would glimpse a wondrous place,
where lovers woo as ring-doves fly
and dragonflies give chase...
where soft winds tease a verdant pond
and butterflies, long tarry,
on yellow kingcups – daffodils,
blue gentian and rosemary.
If you but looked inside my heart
therein would lie such treasure,
more precious than the finest jewels
and wealth no man could measure.
A moth’s kiss now upon those eyes
I place, as you lie sleeping;
oh, maiden, fair – my heart is thine,
say ‘tis I of whom you’re dreaming.