Do I my sweetheart’s face perceive

Her dazzling eyes can I believe

And there sweet lips I can conceive

Or is it but a cloud?

 

Nay, there I’m sure her glowing cheeks

Those tiny ears my fancy piques

Through tousled hair I’m sure she peeks

It’s surely not a cloud?

 

What magic shows her to me now

So pert her nose, so cute somehow

From dimpled chin to silky brow

It can’t be just a cloud?

 

To view such beauty makes me sigh

Beloved vision draws my eye

As much in mind as in the sky

Was it but just a cloud?