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