How oft have I sat behind thee
In awe and watched thy titian hair
Resplendent in the rays
Of morning's golden light,
Which danced about thy head
For joy, a gorgeous sight!
Each ray thus shaped
A sparkling diadem
Of jewels to crown
You queen of beauty over all.
Bewitched by a vision so fair,
I reached out and touched your hair.
Happily you turn, smile at me—
And change my humble state to ecstasy.