O Royal, sweet Highness, my Dream-Queen bright,
And still my lovey-dovey in your soft shy might,
Strong mistress of my heart, with clear mind keen,
Filled full of sure calm sense now rarely seen,
You’re steering beauty’s speech, my ears to spear,
That though l know you’re far, in me appear
A lovely vision glorious to behold,
And l am resurrected to my youth from old.
Your words of deep warm love sweep tingling through
Till l’m a younger, quiv’ring harp made new.
My song soars over joy to ecstasy,
Where l feel laughing strange in whole note me.
Oh, yes, l am re-made, my magic Queen of light,
And l’ll be loyal purist to your keen shy might!