She’s a far-off, fresh spring morning
I once woke to long ago
She’s the fiery day-star dawning
Gifted with a golden glow
She’s a soft, sublime sonata
Played upon an angel’s lyre
Full of love like faithful martyr
Facing flames with deep desire
She is like the soaring swallows
On the summer’s gentle breeze
With her slender feet she hallows
Earth, where mortals bow their knees