How might I dare to love an Angell bright?
My soul has surely seen thee as thou art,
From Heav'n new-stepp'd, with wings of radiant light
Enfolding thee, though mine eyes doe behold
But thatt deare lady, clad in white and gold,
Whose beauty has forever claimed my heart.
 
And being an Angell, thou art farre above
My mortal hopes and passion and desire;
How may I then presume to aske thy love?
If I but take thy hand, to dance with thee
May not my touch profane thy sanctity,
Condemming thee to burn with mee in fire?
 
Yet fire may purify and not destroy,
Bring forth unsullied gold from worthless dross--
Thus I dare hope thou mays't lead mee to joy
And shape my soule for glory in thy light;
For if I may not love thee, Angell bright,
Then surely I shall die for grief and loss.