Oh if I could find some charm of talismanic power
That could bring one moment of Love's magic hour
That sweet blend of pain and of love's blessed rapture
That seems all unending when love is life again

Not fearing that echo who stealthily oft times is ding [sic]
May hear her footsteps gliding, as rapid we fly,
Or feel that emotion that now is almost betraying,
The thrill of sense and being, 
That waits a lover's sweet sigh.  Ah! yes.

As swiftly whirling our arms entwining 
our hearts divining
What our mute lips would say... Ah! 
Or souls ne'er repining in Love's festive day.

Mid raptures of love.
O what pleasures descend from above, descend,
As if heav'n were open'd,
A foretaste to lend.

Mid love's kisses burning 
While weeping and yearning 
Whilst weeping how blissful to die.