As I love the balm

Rich smile of fading day I love thee

Young violet of the spring;

or the pale lily as I love the full

And hue I love thee by its gentle spell

 such is the feeling while I am me

Must the other pursue

so the chase takes up one's life

I love thee

As I love the last as I love the tone

As I love the first I love thee

Poured as the glad bird loves

which gifted high and pure

And you are mine

The one eludes get up to begin again

Of sweet kisses and joys which

 lingered soul is waked for me alone

By the freedom of its wing I love thee

Tis ever linked to all I see me

Indeed! Though I do my best

I shall scarce success