That joy of hearts—a rainbow in the sky

And for like minds all wonders there to see!

So does your visage ever strike my eye,

Sweet play of light that mocks eternity.

For thoughts of love, a splendor shaded thing,

Shines forth in beauty even cloaked by night—

Your countenance the torch that angels bring

Where souls fair strive to grasp truths out of sight.

A simple glance from you can make me smile,

And my heart quickens when I hear your name;

Your shapely form can artfully beguile

And in repose, all pious loins inflame—

Where joyous voices sing of love sublime:

There you, there me, a loaf, a jug of wine!