Hail, my heart

Albert Groz

Hail, my heart

Hail, my heart;

hail, my sweet life;

hail, my eye;

hail, my dear friend.

Hail, oh hail, my beauty,

my sweetheart;

hail, my sweet one,

my love,

my sweet spring,

my delicate new flower,

my sweet pleasure,

my gentle little dove,

my sparrow, my turtledove!

Hail, my sweet rebel.

I wish to die

If any further I'm reproached

That my service

Is colder than a stone,

Of having left you, mistress,

To go and follow the king

And to seek some thing

Which the common herd

Call a handout.

Rather let honour perish

And court and riches

Than that for possessions

I should ever let you go

My sweet and lovely goddess.