She Sings

The Sun gave birth to yonder bow That trembles in the sky That life-bestowing sun art thou— That trembling bow am I. When he withdraws his beaming face, The rainbow disappears; And, if those frown on me but once, I melt away in tears.

I thank thee for that song. Oh! thou art, sure, The wealthiest empire ruled by mortal man. Thy thoughts fall down on me, like drops of gold.