The very heart went out of me
When first I saw your face,
And soon it did appear to me
Your eyes in mine would trace.
I could no more than scarcely breathe
When you drew on your veil
And hid yourself so well beneath
Your dark cloak's heavy trail.

But under it your gentle grace
And simple air were seen;
The very masque its charm would trace
And show, instead of screen;
So very great became my care
And trouble that I knew
My heart was swift entangled there
With my enraptured view.