The Mirror of the Soul
What light through yonder shadowed vale doth break?
It is the dawn, and I, the morning’s grace,
Shall rise to meet the fates that time doth make,
And in love's mirror find my truest face.
For in thine eyes, the world itself doth bloom,
And in thy smile, all heavens do alight,
No longer must I wander through the gloom,
For in thy love, my heart finds endless night.
Thus do I pledge, beneath the stars above,
To live, to die, to rise again in love.