Oh! how could I get my Love's likeness!
Could anything like Him be conceived!
Could He in cameras be received!
Could Artist stand to take his picture?
Could He appear in colour and figure?
The camera of form did melt away!
His flood of light was too much, too much,
O how could I get my Love's likeness.
I focussed my mind to take His portrait,
Adjusted the eyes to take His portrait,
The camera of heart to take His portrait,
The apparatus all did melt away;
His flood of light was too much, too much,
O how could I get my Love's likeness;
Then I'll have him as I could not have likeness.
