Dear friend, pray search within your mind,
Within that wealth of knowledge find
Some trace, true feelings of love for me,
And lay it ‘neath a weeping tree,
For should I die before you wake
Read you this rhyme, for my sake.

As I love, and as I live,
These words of wisdom have I to give;
Know not love, nor pain nor sorrow,
For you shall weep upon the morrow.

Cry for you love, who will not know
How deep within your love does go,
Nor how his face, so warm and fair
Shall make your dreams so hard to bear,
Nor how his lips to you so beckon,
While your heart does break, your head does reckon
That you are unworthy, unnoticed, unseen,
Yet you wish to know what love could mean.

Feel not, dear friend, for should you cry,
You’ll wish for love, that beautiful lie.