When I behold her with my body's eye,
The sun have I beheld, and blind am I.
Oh bitter bonds of Love, though fraught with pleasure!
Oh, mighty beyond measure,
Love's hand! that thus couldst steal
The bliss which thou didst promise to reveal
Unto mine eyes, when, in my freedom's hour,
I mocked at thee, thy bow and quiver's power.
What loveliness! what hands as white as snow,
Thou tyrant, didst thou show!