His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
Art is much, but love is more.
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.