My dear soul
I will congregate the lights from the sun
Even in a shaded day—
You are carrying a gleams of serene
since your girlhood. 
the season in its core—
Till the summer's return
to again feel warmer in oakwood
the balmy beauty so elate—
spreading kindness more and more.

Putting on my crown of gems are green
The fourfold river that fades no moan,
This life is a passage of a day—
With loves by hundreds beyond measure,
From vanity to virtue—
This life in fact a pang and pleasure in between purview.

My dear soul
I will offer you lure of uphill to behold
oh depart gelid winter song—
you are tarried around too long
My eminent soul—
I will diminish the aches you endure !
From insight to multitude—
The precious magnificence you do belong
From the crafted shore to profound solitude.