I should go down to the oceans once more,
to the forlorn oceans
and the skies,
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star
to direct her by.
How would I adore her?
Give me a chance to count the ways.
I’ll love her to the breadth,
depth and height my spirit can chase.
O My Love’s red, a red rose
That ‘s recently sprung in June:
Give me a chance to kiss her under the crescent moon.
My Sun is intended to shine
for her love is superior to the Riesling wine.
She takes me down in affection — puts out my senses,
Leaves me blind and deaf, by her earnest inferences.
I’ll enumerate my world in tears and praise
And, if god pick
I’ll love her till
The end of my days