What more? Around the maiden's neck

"What more? Around the maiden's neck My arms I flung with yearning; Upon her lips I gave and took A thousand kisses burning: Again and yet again I cried, With whispered vows and sighing, This, this alone, sure, sure it was For which my heart was dying!

"Who is the man that does not know The sweets that followed after? My former pains, my sobs and woe, Were changed for love and laughter: The joys of Paradise were ours In overflowing measure; We tasted every shape of bliss And every form of pleasure."