When truly I see you today
All the pleasure and beauty muse out of my head
What pleasure would give for noble heart and tongue?
What dream-make the truth of life and paucity?
The light you carry come to be
Flow of blessing in what you muse
But, but, but know that
When the Lord commands forgive
No soul shall but from its fountain drink
Love! Hatred and where all the emotion be
Shall but not deny the place the heart
But my is darken with the crowd of pain
From the lost of your smile
And greenish face
I suffer the pain in anguish silence and break