Flattery isn't needed to extol your beauty, Soft love and peaceful rhetoric is neccessary, O, sweet-bird, I'll worship your tender beauty, Pierceing me is the echo from your body, Smooth is the ivory attire you are wearing, These sweet words prolong, they'll carry you, away! And away yule go, I desire the fairest... Faery, the white rose, making warm each day, And each day something new begins to blossom, Blossoming thru and thru, invading even deth, Passim this voluptuously intimate garden, Where my lips met your indelible breath, And fragrant myrtle is what you're wearing, And my rosebuds are excited by your sway, I possess exquisite love, and 'tis the sweetest, O, sweet-bird, you will stay belov'd ev'day!