Full Lyrics
In Cælia’s face my heaven is,
Wherein her eyes like planets shine
And gleam athwart my cloudy skies,
With radiance fitful, yet divine.
Thy soul above the world is set,
Above the vain world’s fume and fret.
When I regard thy golden prime,
So dazzled as the sun doth eyes,
I envy Phäethon his crime,
And though to fall, yet fain would rise.
Alarms and fears me little move,
I burn as he did, but for love.
To follow love, yet not to find,
This is the smart, the woeful pain.
Ah! pain indeed! If thou wert kind,
For me the year would turn again
And burgeon forth a second spring,
Love’s spring that doth no winter bring.
