1. I wrote, but knew not if a tracing fair
Or happiness within myself was there

2. By it made blissful was my day of life
And well-nigh joy returned to yesterday

3. They said, “In it thou’st found a blissful thing”
I answered in unveiling free from doubt

4. “Within the sender’s breast love’s seed I set”
Not I the fruit have plucked of what I’ve sown