Your face unmatched in th' world of men,
I see now, and your skin so fair
Oh glorious splendor, safe from sin,
I long to look upon your air.
Your eyes which gleam and seem to stare,
Through to my soul and see the lie,
I've hidden well with so much care.
I give it up w'th a parting sigh.
I wonder now, is your heart nigh?
Or is my brain untrue to me?
I wish my soul with you could fly,
Above the land and o'er the sea.
But shall I speak? I do not dare!
I only look upon your air.