Beauteous Adonis, my heart is thine;

O Fair Chevalier!

Hither thou wanderest in bare-footed reverie

With golden leaves, thy coronet.

Takest off thy nugatory armament, My Love.

As I drape roses of blood-red at thy feet.

Then take my hand, and lo! let us walk

Into sunshine, Fair Chevalier, the brightest sunshine.

And I will kiss thy hand with tenderness

And tell thee of my love.

Thou art my darling, Fair Chevalier.

Lovely dear chevalier.

Thither into the sea shall we walk,

Hand in hand in love; Soliloquy!

Paths so straight and splendid, Beautiful.

Ne’er shall thine part from mine.

Now hark! the drums of war, they beckon;

Calling thee thither, away from my arms.

Our harlequin daydream, it fades slowly away.

Turn thine eyes upon my tearful face, one last time.

Thy hand is soft and golden-toned

As it rests atop my cheek.

Thou implorest me, ‘My Darling, criest not!

Thou hast my love til eternity.’

And thither thou runest, thither to the drums of war.

My brave chevalier, my love is unending.

As I feel thy lips’ burn upon my hand,

I cry not, because thou toldest me so.