Till I had won her favourable grace;
And after oft we saw her fleeting face
Laugh through the leaves, and in our kindled heart
Were glad exceedingly, nor thought to part,
Content a little while in each fair place
To know a sweet above all flowery space.
My faint tongue faltereth when I would tell
What doors of joy we pass’d, what sights to seek,
But Love’s day endeth, and his holy week,