I got you once without your noticing,
and left you with my unmarked accordance—;
a simple treasured moment made, living,
proves the hearts’ so silent correspondence!
but here I have you seated at your throne,
your majesty precedes you by Beauty’s call,
and so can I praise you aloud or lone,
seemingly far away, though before all.
let me then make my excuse to this store:
should I have you at heart my mind knows why—
should even I not near you any more—
as does the earth so green turn true the sky.
and if ever that more you should wish for,
look up, and so find the proof to that store.