From whence she did come I know not,

Only that she is here;

A bundle of pure perfection;

One divinely begot.

Heaven allowed a star to fall,

and land within our midst;

Brighter now are these dull hours,

As well as these great halls.

The more our eyes do drink of her,

The more so they do thirst;

They never can achieve their fill,

From her they do not stir.

No scale has been built to measure,

The love which dwells within;

No pen made ever could  describe

Her beauty, this treasure.

She sizzles with light quite frankly:

Seeing her, a gift from heaven;

Being deprived thus, hell!

Such a beauty is she.