May it be that thou wouldst tarry near,
Elf-maiden blessed, evermore beauteous.
For nature heaves rapture as you appear,
In celebration of unending grace.
It is music, thine own attribute sweet,
That flows within thy step and thy fair voice.
Can it be that which plays upon my heart's beat
And steals from me the luxury of choice?
Mine eyes do see by light from thy deep eye,
My soul sings gladness for thy warm presence,
One touch of you, no doubt my spirit fly,
And journey wide for such a flower's scent.
So be near me, thou art my inner fire,
To heights unheard, my soul you own, soar higher.