Dew in the heart of the rose

Dew in the heart of the rose,

Spirit of lambent fire;

Breath of the wind that blows,

Voice of the Spring's desire;

Soul of the song that thrills

With rapture through earth and sea,

Light of the dawn on the darkling hills,

Such is my love to me.

Blithe are her feet that fall,

Quickening the tender grass,

Sweet are her lips that call,

As the music of streams that pass;

The sum of the world's delight,

In all fair things that be,

Star of the mariner's longing sight,

Such is my love to me.