Catherine
(devoted to Kate)
The gentle maiden of my dream,
An eldritch countenance it might seem,
The virtuous lady with eyes bright,
The living incarnation of light;
And glowing sword in Thy hand,
Above me, in light, Thou stand,
Where Thou come, darkness is no more,
Ere Thou goes away all my woe
What more can i hope - and want,
To be burnt by Thy flaming sight,
To see Thy face lit by light,
To smell Thy breath fragrant,
And to kiss Thy gentle hand,
To feel Thy touch pleasant.