Light of the World, what are violets but eyes of you,

Perfume, your hair blowing back on the breeze,

Ah, but the fugitive dainty surprise of you,

Pricking in green on the blossomy trees.

Give me the sun of your smile to be fire to me,

Give me the moon when the passion is gone,

Give me the light to be dream and desire to me

Down the dark alleys that lead to the dawn.