Your gentle voice and loving glance And all-adoring pride that shows The world you love, true love, that goes Forever on: could I but dance. You bear with all my moods perverse. They rarely ruffle you though I So swiftly change from smile to sigh. Your choice of wife could not be worse. No-one is more amazed than I That you should think me fine and rare -A scatterbrain with mind of hare -Oh lucky me. I sit and sigh. Your love has all about me wrought A cage of golden bars but I, Unlike the captive birds that cry, Have never once for freedom sought.