Brontë says the rosebriar's play,
Its gay and foamy smile,
Shall winter come, with due dismay,
They'll naught but wither, deathly stray
And love thus lived its while

To whom I say, dost give me so
Your thorns, your glee, your ire,
Share your light and share your woe,
Thine nacre pain do have me know,
Heed my sincere desire

In fiery storms, through life — the sea
I'll be thy lover true and last,
When much a pain we'll come to grieve,
Thine tears and pangs trust I'll relieve
One day in saint handfast

Oh without thee to death I'm bound,
A ship that has no sails
I lack the art to sail, dumfound,
The waves are pushing me around,
Deafen'd by their wails

When you grace me with your smile
In life, this living chore,
Torture leaves, come sweetest while,
Dew expels the bitter bile
And I feel pain no more

Your tender eyes of luscious brown
That wound me lacerating,
Your wavy hair, the hallowed crown,
My heart your naked body's gown
Will be forever waiting

You make a-living feel so light
Just like the sunrays' gleam,
With joy and laughter, loud and blithe
You bless our hands that, holding tight,
Feel like a summer's dream

Every single time when we
In loyal bonds are kissing
— albeit eternal each will be,
Mellow like a fruitful tree —
Forever we'll be missing

Though life is frightful and is frail
I am in love with thee,
In blust'ring squall and dreadful hail,
In warm embrace, the sun's, we'll sail
O'er the waveless sea

O faithful Galatea, o nymph and fairy bright
My life is all but thine,
O thou who's glory of the Gods, thou art the cleanest light
Thou art maiden fair and pure, Olympus' delight
Like swans we shall entwine

When Cupid's bow the faithful hart
In bloody play injures
Damon's wisdom keep at heart
That suff'ring is the lover's part,
Love evermore endures

Woe befall the unconstant swain,
Shall Venus ne'er grant his hour;
But how stab thee ever might I deign?
Your flames consume me and your pain:
With warbling thirst thee I'll devour

Yet charming love enchants me hither
In your breasts' good bower:
There softest hands appease my dither,
Thy dulcet voice casts out the bitter
And bids me waste the precious hour

Hark! 'Tis the time when blood is fire
And most ripe's the age,
So you may not in passion tire,
Do what your sweeter thoughts desire,
In softer times let us engage

To blooming love the Gods bestow
Their burning lips on lovers lain,
Heavn's powers betide us grow.
The crowning wreath and our youth's glow
In faithful love may ever reign

Your cheeks burn Godly like the berry,
For Chloris blessed your birth
But while in youth may you be wary:
Make much of time and nev'r tarry
The short time we've on earth

May fate our ending worthily weave,
Venus and Adonis, they are we:
For when the youth to hunt takes leave,
In gore return'd for sacred grieve,
She'd rather die with he

Leave not my feelings be forlorn
And love me true I pray,
For without thee forever mourn,
The gift of life — a stinging thorn
And I'll be turning grey

Lo! Fleeting stars across night's sky
When dead do seem so near.
Extinguish'd though their bodies lie,
Their love they know will never die
And thus they disappear

The honey'd kiss of lovers' plea
May wilt in twilight long,
Still willows weep and birds agree
So let there cruel winter be,
I will embrace you strong.