So kind, so light, so quick, so fine

Who doesn't hide, or lie, or whine.

Oh angel, angel, angel mine,

Please pluck me from this lousy line!

Above the chickens and the swine

A love complete doth brightly shine.

Oh blessing mine of pure design

Please sip with me from holy vine!

What foolish fight could undermine

A sign so very genuine?

No more confines for I am thine

Until my death makes me resign.