In all my members blissful feelings reign!'Tis she who singeth yonder in her bower!
Oh, were I a steed!Thou wouldst love me indeed.Oh, were I a carFit to bear thee afar!Oh, were I a steed!Thou wouldst love me indeed.
"For such a daughter, with what pleasing care,Would I, as father, happy dwellings raise!"
Each clear and radiant night.
With them he brings thee whate'er gives to a housewife delight.Fine and woollen coverlets, wrought with an edging of purple,
And, from the firmament clear, thrice did it thunder; then tearsStream'd from mine eyes in torrents, thou weptest, I wept, both were weeping,