A summer’s day at seventeen did play,
And thereon mine destiny t’was written
Thou found me in mine own sunshine display;
That reticence ‘neath mine brow t’was smitten.
A prince and a pauper, the same did find;
For royalty veiled tis poverty’s gain
Ambivalence sweetens that Spring resigned;
And mine heart thine captive, new love sustain.
Such eternal bliss shall nourish mine soul,
Retain all beauty of that love thou gav’st;
Though sorrow’s raven crows as death bells toll,
And in life’s tempests infinite thou sav’st:
For well be those that love or live in lust
For well be life, that love in God we trust.