I shall sing a song to you,-
Fair a song as any;
Perfect as a drop of dew-
Rare among the many.
Eager, dancing words will do
Their melodious duty;
Make a lucent mirror, true
To your shining beauty.
I shall coin your golden hair
For a stanza's treasure;
Tame your wild and wayward air
To my love-sick measure.
I shall lift my song and sing
With the voice of doom
The utter loneliness you bring
Into this little room.
