Thy beaming eyes

Thy beaming eyes

Are Paradise,

To me, my love, to me.

Thy trembling kiss,

Is heav'nly bliss,

To me sweet love,

But oh, thy heart!

It has no part,

With thee, my dear,

'Tis strangely cold,

And doth withhold,

Its love I fear,

Thy beaming eyes,

Are Paradise,

To me, my dear.