Shadows abate

Though oft I do despair

For want of freer air

I cannot but be awed at my good luck

For when I could not see

I set my heart to thee

And no longer could chaos run amok

When I did walk alone

My heart hard as a stone

Ne’er could I have imagined such a fate

As to be bound to you

A bond so right and true

That all the shadows in my mind abate