My lady hath as soft a hand...

My lady hath as soft a hand

As any queen in fairy-land;

And, hidden in her tiny boot,

As dainty and as light a foot.

Her foot!

Her little hand and foot!

No star that kindles in the sky

Burns brighter than my lady's eye;

And ne'er before did beauty grace

So fair a form, so sweet a face!

Her face!

Her gentle form and face!

My lady hath a golden heart,

Free from the dross of worldly art;

Which, in the sight of heaven above,

Is mine with all its hoarded love!

Her love!

Her boundless wealth of love!