The earth is fair and a beauty rare
Bespangles lake and lea,
Ere day is done and the setting sun
Dips down beneath the sea;
But never a sun in the skies afar
Bright as the eyes of my lady are,
My lady who loves me!
Where in the shining frame above,
Where in the great design,
Where in the world is found a love
Like unto mine and thine?
Like unto thine and mine, love!
Like unto mine and thine!

When pale afar is the evening star -
Sweet orphan of the night! -
Creation sleeps, but its spirit keeps
Her virgin lamp alight;
Yet never a star in the heavens above
Pure as the soul of my lady love,
Pure as the troth I plight!
Where in the shining frame on high,
Where in the great design,
Where is the love in earth or sky
Like unto thine and mine?
Like unto mine and thine, love!
Like unto thine and mine!

Like unto thine and mine?
To mine and thine, O love,
O love, Like unto thine and mine!

Sweetly the morn doth break,
When love is nigh;
Hues of the rainbow take
Landscape and sky;
Gaily the sun doth shine
Over my head;
High heaven itself is mine,
Sorrow is dead.
Ever for thy dear sake
Happy am I;
Sweetly the morn doth break,
When love is nigh!

In my life's chalice, love,
Thou art the wine!

Now shines the sun above,
Now art thou mine!

Hues of the rainbow take
Landscape and sky;
Sweetly the morn doth break,
When love is nigh!
Sweetly the morn doth break,
When love is nigh!
Sweetly the morn doth break,
When love is nigh!