Oh, you, virgin flower,
Lovely maiden raven-hair’d
With skin pearl-pale;
I seek your courtship,
Your snow-soft hand
And lips, sweetly, cherry red.
Twas not long ago
That your eyes did shine
Upon me, a weakly Moon,
And set my heart ablaze;
Oh, my light was restored
By your wayward embers,
And in your shadow did I
Revel, born anew. You,
The Spring of my Winter;
You the Sun, and I the
Sunflower - oh, how lovely
Your shine, how potent
This spell! Though I know
Not, be this love, still I’d
Like to tell, honestly with
Intention pure; shall you
Share your light with me,
Openly, so we may shine
Together, star-bright?