Testamentum Amoris
I cannot raise my eyelids up from sleep,
But I am visited with thoughts of you;
Slumber has no refreshment half so deep
As the sweet morn, that wakes my heart anew.
I cannot put away life’s trivial care,
But you straightway steal on me with delight;
My purest moments are your mirror fair;
My deepest thought finds you the truth most bright.
You are the lovely regent of my mind,
The constant sky to my unresting sea;
Yet, since ’tis you that rule me, I but find
A finer freedom in such tyranny.
Were the world’s anxious kingdoms governed so,
Lost were their wrongs, and vanished half their woe.
