That bound us erewhile doth bind us now.
Waken! my early—only love!
And be to my bosom its still sweet dove!
II.
Under your casement, lady bright!
The bird that you charm'd with your beauty's light
Is singing again to his one loved flower,
As often he sang in a happier hour!
Waken! my early—only love!
And be to my bosom its gentle dove!