Peer of gods he seems

Peer of gods he seems, who sits in thy presence,

Hearing close thy sweet speech

and lovely laughter,

I beholding, all the life in my bosom

Fluttering, fails me.

For to see thee only, yea, but a little,

Breaks my voice, my faltering soul is silent,

Swiftly through all my veins a subtle fire runs,

All my life trembles.

Sight have I none, nor hearing,

cold dew bathes me,

Paler than grass I am, and in my madness

Seem as one dead, yet dare I, poor and suppliant,

Dare I to love thee.