Gather the spirit of youth in thine palm,
And sprinkle it across heav’n in due time
Tickled fancy doth lend thine ear to psalm;
Where lips confess and seek again to rhyme.
Poets laugh, leap, and trim gold-paged verse;
When proud-eyed beauty crosses searching mind,
Like the cool grape freshly vined doth coerce,
Making robust wine tasteful and refined.
Sealed with a kiss I mine love proclaim;
To that which youth hath truly smiled upon,
For in thine heart I gladly stake mine claim;
And reveal love’s secret thought hath not gone.
The time is nigh to claim that was forgone,
Where lips and hearts form a belov’d liaison.