That heavenly window in which her dazzling eyes best seen,
Bright like the fair sun where virtuous flowers glow.
Within the records of eternity a poet’s name renown.
My pressing hand of a poets tell,
Where the sweet release of her enchanting eyes are shown.
And beauty true, haunts her unvanishing glance.
Which breathes like an existing star on it‘s earthen visit.
Ye stars that burns with heavens fire,
Wander the deep browed climes beneath the enamored moon
And those twinkling eyes that host the tranquil night.
Is the living heart that all power proceeds her love that lies within me.
When death has hidden her from me,
Let the twinkling host of night be barren,
And my heart outcries in woes to meet it,
In love is always my heart by love conquered,
There my soul long renewed,
Summons for her, where dreamers born,