A PARAPHRASE.
Two sapphires are thy two blue eyes So lovely and so sweet; Thrice happy is the happy man Whom lovingly they greet. Thy heart, it is a diamond That noble lightning throws; Thrice happy is the happy man For whom it throbs and glows. And rubies are thy crimson lips, None lovelier might one reach; Thrice happy is the happy man Who gets of them love-speech. If I but knew the happy man. And met that favoured one Alone, alone in the green woods. His happiness were done!