For my delight. He there had stayed for me,
Had he not read it in my heart’s delight
I bade him on. The birds at dawn sang to me,
Crying ’Is life not sweet? O is’t not sweet?’
I looked upon the sea; there was not one,
Of all his multitudinous waves, not one,
That with its watery drift at raking speed
Told not my special joy. O happy lovers
In all the world, praise God with me: his angels
Envy us, seeing we are his favourites.