One festive night along the passage hall
'Tis where I saw thine eyes that tells a verse?
Thou whisper'd love, a love that we can call;
Thro' gala's harp as vast as universe.
A swain in me...thou feed'st mine heart with glee,
Betwixt the land that thou dost own- pretends
As nobleman that stands as high as thee,
Against all wealth: thy pristine blood amends.
But still I favor thee from all the rest,