Making me rich above all kingly state.
For side by side within her house we sate,
Or ’neath the azure canopy of heaven,
And every hour and every day, of seven,
Brought unto our feet their separate joy.
And every day the plenteous feast was spread
Before my grateful heart, and eyes, and lips
That drank the wine of Love and broke his bread,
And drew my soul delight thro’ honey sips
From the sweet source of sweet which may not cloy.