Happiness And Vision

ER at the altar

In vision oft were seen by thee,

Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.

Oft from thy mouth full many a

In an unguarded hour of blissI then would steal, while none were by.

The purest rapture we then knew,

The joy those happy hours gave too,

When tasted, fled, as time fleets on.

What now avails my joy to me?

Like dreams the warmest kisses flee,

Like kisses, soon all joys are gone.