Thy temple shining with Love's fire,
The burning flame of heart's desire,
Sit thee on thy sunlit bier,
Thy beauteous English Angel.

And through the night my watch i take,
O'er golden bower 'till dawn does break,
And as mornings first breath you take,
The watcher leaves back to his dark.

And the beast goes to the dark,
But with him takes an Angel's spark,
A slither of thy divine heart,
To keep within his darkness.