A love to find:

If it only were that I were blind

And but ever see your mind -

Then my heart would leap as if to dance

To songs unheard

Of sweet romance.

Thus I travel far and wide but spurred

By a love that is a bird -

Of such wings that never cease to beat

Until that day

That we shall meet.

For an ever known to thee I say

Thy love lone makes of me pray –

That a life with you was further from

Just forlorn word,

A recluse sum.

Alas! The plum tree gives its glance

Whilst my soul gives calm advance.

Though the apple of ardor seems sweet

The worm reveals deceit.

Now my heart enwrapped the sugar plum

And is now forever numb.