take not away thy love, dear girl
thou gavest oh so freely
could I but pay the going rate
and ever hold thy warm, soft hand
i’d gladly spill the coffer dry
lay at your feet the moon itself
in payment of thy treasure true

within this breast doth beat a drum
a throbbing pulse of small restraint
and calleth out thy precious name
in slumber and the waking hour
oh, heart still not thy patter

two passions born of purest hope
the joys of both for always twined
my love be yours, it costeth not
trust then your love be mine