Angel in leather doth bid me good bye,

Good night, good rest - I leave with a sigh,

For again my heart aches, once more my exile

From that which makes lonely life worth while.
 

Fare well, whispered she, Come again on the morrow,

And with a soft kiss, I parted in sorrow.

She that all men desireth, hath to me given

that greatest of gifts, a small piece of heaven.