1. I die for one whose robe trailing
Would revive the dead if o'er them trailing.

2. And I love him whose perfumed locks
Are the theme of talk in all men's talks.

3. He has every fair and lovely trait;
Beauty's very self those traits create.

4. I have turned mankind away from him,
None may hope his smile to win.

5. Twenty kisses on his cheek I printed,
Though to pay his due I ne'er attempted.

6. He feared my ardor and withdrew,
A fault of his which ne'er I knew.

7. In pride he turned and went away,
Had I said "My heart! Come, take it, pray!"

8. He had not said me no. But I
Feared to solace me when he was by.