When lovely women with books does read, My heart no rest can hope to keep; The beauty in her gaze of need My soul with sweetest labor seep.

The silent poetry her eyes do share Rumbles fond of a passionate song; Her words of dreams into the air My spirit lightly trip and throng.

As she cries, no tear upon her cheek I’m caught in a hopeless love bound; To spend an age in her company meek, And never a moment kept sound.

For she reads in knowing of thought so deep, Spins a charm of light upon my heart; My gaze in awe forever to keep: Her beauty I will never part.