1. I ransom with my soul the one whose every part
Of beauty grows more lights from his light

2. A moon, when ordered to refrain, his eyes still dare
Disobey, their every glance a spear in flight

3. His nature and his soul in harmony did share
Depicting him as he desires, beyond compare

4. His form by nature graced, his traits by soul declared
Each shows within the other imprints fair