Were I thy bride, 
Then all the world beside 
Were not too wide 
To hold my wealth of love ?
Were I thy bride!

Upon thy breast 
My loving head would rest, 
As on her nest 
The tender turtle dove ?
Were I thy bride!

This heart of mine 
Would be one heart with thine, 
And in that shrine 
Our happiness would dwell ?
Were I thy bride!

And all day long 
Our lives should be a song: 
No grief, no wrong 
Should make my heart rebel ?
Were I thy bride!

The silvery flute, 
The melancholy lute, 
Were nightowl's hoot 
To my low whispered coo ?
Were I thy bride!

The skylark's trill 
Were but discordance shrill 
To the soft thrill 
Of wooing as I'd woo ?
Were I thy bride!