1. And had I but one draught of love from your being
Therein lies my joy; therein my remedy

2. And were your hand to lightly touch my heart
Lost once, 'twould throb anew, and joyously

3. Could I but scent the winds that blow from thee
This frame with very life would spring, flowering

4. And were my ears to catch your voice's tune
Never again another's song would stir me