Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?