Previously, I wrote three poems to a Nymph. This poem is unrelated to the earlier one. However, it does share some literary qualities akin to them.
Let me sing a sweet song,
my heart's love stretches long,
as I play my heavenly harp,
I adjust to this work of art.
I thought my life was complete,
until a goddess, I did greet,
moved by a sweet sight and aroused by my affection,
I immediately hoped and prayed for her radiant reception.
I said to the dreamy Dryad,
Of all the things that we can have,
lady, let love be ours to share,
and may it eternally endure.
While from this forest, I drew a fair flower,
to my maiden, I gave this gift at the next hour,
I wood her with the idyllic intention of her love to awake,
so that we be merry as our affection we both share and make.
Oh, dear Dryad, listen to my deem and patient plea,
your glory is beyond the eager earth and the sacred sea.
Let the stars not decide our fair fates,
our future is for us alone to make.
Having said the wise prior words,
I was pleased that we then became a pair,
we kissed under the majestic moonlight,
our hearts beamed as both warm and bright.
Of all the things that pertain to roses and romance,
let nature's instincts in you abide and advance,
This has been a long noble night in joyful June,
Truly, nothing is more passionate than a sweet summer afternoon.
