Here I sit, blue sky above,

And think of you, my one true love—

My heart, my mind, in your control,

For l have given you my soul.

I show you all l am, will be,

I give you deepest strength of me,

And every poem I write says true

“I love but one, and she is you.”

Fair sun does rise—more bright your eyes;

Fair birds flap wing—your writ words sing!

All earth seems dull, while you surprise

With quick delight in everything!

You have my love, l have yours, too;

The sky has less, though all is blue.

Oh, blessed am I to have much more

Than any man has had before!