What alabaster box is this
My love has broken with her kiss?
What music fills the earth and sky
With burst of heaven-born minstrelsy?
What peace, what joy, what infant mirth
Do her love-radiant eyes give birth?

The fragrance of her body is
The scent her soul exhales in bliss;
The harmony of singing spheres
Is what she whispers in my ears,
And Love's nativity I see
Whene'er she gives her eyes to me.