I bade Love welcome as awe of her eyes

rendered my poor own blind.

Her Grace greater than stars of blackest skies,

enraptured my torn mind.

Love did speak to me in the sweetest word,

In you has God been heard?

My tongue turned dumb from her great truth.

Love struck and quivering,

I follow God in the shadow of Ruth

to cure my withering.

Love gently smiled and assured my heart,

Together let us start.

Elated to find my heart’s divine Eve,

I stretched a hand to her.

She with a rosy smile said I am Niamh.

To this a deep love did stir,

And I stood, amidst her sea of green bliss,

praying for my Eve’s kiss.