Happy me that looks on life as a child
To see thee lively in fantasy crowned
So I, made to love upon life hath smiled
Jesting at court in this kingdom playground
Thee, in thy beauty, and lovely compare
Making music with magic harp of dreams
Give voice make melody sweetness the air
And on thy face shimmer golden sunbeams
Such gives this life felicity and form
Lustrous and pure in rare auroral sky
Love, be thy servant, mine heart inform
And carry me onward so death defy
Look, see my heart, that heart that say’th goodbye
Will love thee always fair-winged butterfly.