I have gathered my heart as a rose, 
  As a rose from the midsummer garden; 
And my love at the heart of it glows, 
  And its breath is a prayer for your pardon!

  Love, here is my heart,
    One rose for your hair;
      Yours if you keep it today,
      Yours if you throw it away!
  Whether you now tear it apart
    Or choose it to wear -
      Something to kiss or to kill,
      As you will, 
  Here is my heart

I have spoken my heart in a song,
  In a song of the nightingale's trilling
For she sang to me all the night long,
  Till my heart with her passion was thrilling!

  Love, here is my heart,
    One tender refrain;
      Yours if you echo the tune,
      Yours if you tire of it soon - 
  Whether you laugh, as you depart,
    Or hear it again - 
      Something to listen to yet,
      Of forget,
  Here is my heart!