I'm weary of love's exile—enough, I say,Take love as antidote—take it today;
Did I not tell thee I shall soon becomeA bird that soars within thy heaven's dome?
I'll scatter now the darkness of despair,And drive from thee, my love, thy every care;
I'll spread around thee perfume hoped and sweet,Dispelling what affliction did entreat;
I'll grant thy thirsty spirit tenderness,Spreading warm comfort through thy love's address;
Ask thou my Maker to watch o'er a flameOf passion seeking none but thy dear name;
God gave thee love from His own boundless store,Illuming darkness that thy world wore;
I scorn base love from spirits foul and base,Nor yearn for passion but thy purity's grace;
Sorrow departed—O most faithful friend,My bliss is but to see thee, comprehend;
To hear thy heart's pulse as it gently sighs,Embracing mine without a compromise;
Light's embrace of light, both pure and bright,Illumes the feelings of the lost in night.