When comes my Gwen

When comes my Gwen,

More glorious then

The sun in heaven appeareth;

And summer's self

To meet this elf

A smile more radiant weareth.

When comes my love,

The moon above

Shines bright and ever brighter;

And all the black

And sullen wrack

Grows in a moment lighter.

When comes my queen,

The treetops green

Bow down to earth to greet her;

And tempests high

That rend the sky

Disperse, ashamed to meet her.

When comes my sweet

Her love to greet,

My cares and sorrows vanish;

For on her face

Rests heavenly grace,

Which troubles all doth banish.

When comes my dear,

The darkness drear

'Twixt God and me is riven;

Her loving eyes

Reveal the skies

And point the way to heaven.