Love within the lover's breast

Love within the lover's breast

Burns like Hesper in the west,

O'er the ashes of the sun,

Till the day and night are done;

Then when dawn drives up her car -

Lo! it is the morning star.

Love! thy love pours down on mine

As the sunlight on the vine,

As the snow-rill on the vale,

As the salt breeze in the sail;

As the song unto the bird,

On my lips thy name is heard.

As a dewdrop on the rose

In thy heart my passion glows,

As a skylark to the sky

Up into thy breast I fly;

As a sea-shell of the sea

Ever shall I sing of thee.