Thou who art so pure and fair,
Beauteous maiden, wondrous, rare;
All my life is, free as air,
To thy service vowed, I swear.

Thy sweet eyes, the loveliest pair,
Moonlight's gentle radiance share;
Rosy hues beyond compare,
Thy fresh blushing cheeks do wear.

In thy little mouth appear
Shining rows of pearls so rare;
But the noblest jewel there,
Thy bosom's quiet shrine doth bear.

Nought but love could enter there,
When on my heart thy image fair
Rose, as I saw beyond compare
Thee, beauteous maiden, wondrous rare.