She

Oh Firmaments! dost hear my plea And let her stay by my side, ay - For she is just my lover not but my very home, Whert my soul doth lives. Tis her, so splendid, just marvellous, As she doth holds thousands of starry night In that beautifully eyes of her. The beauty of thine my darling, Oh dear! dost pardon me! My heart stays there with thee For it doth beats when thou breathe, As every moment I breathe is thy memory, Whert the love didst roar'd And laugh'd bold and pride. Ay, verily tis our love, the finest and purest, As even that divine bell doth rings for us, For they all know, - I am her home and she is that warmth. Twas our victory, tis our victory still, As tis our heart aligned not with each other's, But our very own souls my darling.