Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how I do
love thee!
I do love thee as my lambs
Are belovëd of their
dams-
How blest were I
if thou wouldst prove me!
Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,
That in thy sweets all sweets
incloses,
Fair sweet,
how I do love thee!
I do love thee as each flower
Loves the sun's
life-giving power,
For, dead, thy breath to life might move me.
Diaphenia, like to all things blessed,
When all thy praises are
expressëd,
Dear joy,
how I do love thee!
As the birds do love the spring,
Or the bees their
careful king,-
Then in
requite, sweet virgin, love me!