Lyrics:
And would you see my lady's faceIt is a flowery garden placeWhere knots of beauty have such graceThat all is work and nowhere spaceIt is a sweet delicious mornWhere day is breeding, never bornIt is a meadow yet unshornWhich thousand flowers do adornIt is the heavens' bright reflexWeak eyes to dazzle and to vexIt is the idea of her sexWhose envy does the world perplexIt is a sweet delicious mornWhere day is breeding, never bornIt is a meadow yet unshornWhich thousand flowers do adornIt is the outward face of youthIt is the famed Elysium's truthThe spring that wintered hearts renewsAnd this is that my soul pursues