1. By him whose love has made my heart its home,
Who answers when I call with raging woe-

2. If e'er I named his name in plaint, he said:
"'Tis fancy's work, forswearing it we go."

3. When I invoke God's name in oath, that I
Will leave his love, he answers: "There's no show

4. Of truth in this." He who has lodged my heart
In pain's abode speaks truth; yes, this is so.

5. No! None but he whose locks the breeze has kist,
Whose charms are like a garden fair aglow,

6. Whose swaying form enchants my frenzied soul,
Who makes my cheek the rose's envy grow.

7. I'll love none else, nor change, nor break the vow,
Though with unnumbered woes my way I go.

8. No other love is lawfull in my eyes,
So Heaven decreed and so has ordered it.