Like petals shaken from a rose
Beneath the noontide heat,
So fell her loving words on him
Where he knelt at her feet,
In tender accents, sweet and low,
"Oh Love, my Love, I love you so!

"I love you, love me, or I die,
Fainting beneath Love's fire
Which burns my very life-blood black
By breath of my desire.
Kiss these my bosoms white as snow,
And quench their flame's devouring glow.