Thou, full scented far, e'er that gently flows
as the fragrant air, it's pure perfume knows
caress this land, from East to shinning West,
like as sweet the voice that I love best,
breathing, breathes the warmth whilst I can,
in love's pure flight for my dear Ann,
her colours akin to Spring's fresh flowers,
burns bright, like rainbows love-lit showers
that gently bless, this green grateful earth,
sing such the praise of her own worth,
melodious spun, it's enchanted web so fair,
assuage the touch of thoughts that care,

thus fills the heart with feminine grace so rare,
bequeaths, abundant charms of love's own ware.