Oftentime I sike for you;
when saturnine’s the hiemal gloom
you know so well that I loved you
from that first kiss on summer’s moon.
Levedy; I loved you well
My heart once sang for your delight
Blessèd, how it was, your spell
And heav’nly, how deep I fell.
Levedy, in light of morn
in daybreak’s sweet post-reverie,
Composing, did your hands remark:
‘How sweet it is, our melody!’
My Levedy, in dim of evening
When the stars dance in the sky
you know so well our love was just;
that it was gentle wind on rye.
My love, I loved and love so well
(I love so well and still yet more)
Your dimpled cheeks (you used to hide)
Your smile, your touch and still yet more.