This tongue shall not speak so plainly
Not ‘til the heavens ray shine brightly
Mercy be given for this laboured heart
For no healing be undone with soul depart
A desolation within the deepest bosom
Where light would not flourish, even to blossom
From thy lips thus this bliss impart
Wherefore sorrowful kiss could heal this wounding tart
Thine I am, and seek to be evermore
Let thy heart fly and be free to soar
If thou wilt that I thrive, take good heed to me
For I surrender endlessly to thee
Forsake me not on this dreadful night
Nor to draw me into the dark without a light
Be it as it may and much better see for me than I can say
For thine love doth send its way
Should all my sorrows be undone
Leave this heart to love with none
