This woman I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
Her lady of my own.
If you must weep, weep for love not sorrow
Myself to my darling be
Both love and impulse; and with me
The girl, in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle, or restrain
The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her, for her willow bend
Nor shall she fail to see,
Even the motion of the storm
Grace that shall mould the
Maiden’s storm
By silent sympathy
And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her to a stately height
Such thoughts of her I shall give
While she and I together be

Those years gone by I have know
Much pain
But she grew in sun and shower
Then nature said, A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This woman I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
Her lady of my own.
If you must weep, weep for love not sorrow
Myself to my darling be
Both love and impulse; and with me
The girl, in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle, or restrain
The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her, for her willow bend