Thou has open mine eyes and my heart to joy unbound... Thou has pick me up as angel wings and has carried me aloft to soaring heights of grander; that even Kublai Kahn in his palaces so grand would pale in scope to your beauty and splendor.
Thou are more fair than the summer winds rolling along meadows nearly born, Thou has caused my inner voice to cry out in songs of wonder and salutations.