Sunshine tangled midst thy locks
Purest gold even by night,
Ocean orbs that drown my soul
I sink within their azure light

Fair youth, upon the hillside rest
Stay a moment in my arms,
Let Autumn’s hand that fair caress
And bask beneath thy tender charms

Two souls like ours can never love
And yet this fool might swear, I do,
Though all I hope for from my youth
A moment stolen, perhaps two...

Too soon the dawn must lovers part
Despite that I am lost, a slave
He must go to house and hearth
And I must go to fill my grave.