Monsieur, do come to life and rise to say:

Thou, maiden, art the muse in brand new day.

If powers were to bring thee back to life,

Have words to me address, and be thy wife;

The way thou speakest doth seduce mine ears,

As doth lure. Prithee, speak to rid my fears,

To wake my soul, consume it with thy breath

In good of times and bad; in life and death.