Light and grace in her motion free,
Sweetest lady of all I see,
For I love Bessie and she loves me!
Some have houses, and some have stocks,
And some have treasure in veinéd rocks,
And some heap gold in an iron box;
Cattle and horses and sheep have some;
For another his great ships go and come,
And a hundred mills for his brother hum;
But I, who have only an eye to see