A Song

All that a man may pray,
    Have I not prayed to thee?
  What were praise left to say,
    Has not been said by me
O, ma mie?

Yet thine eyes and thine heart,
    Always were dumb to me:
  Only to be my part,
    Sorrow has come from thee,
O, ma mie?

Where shall I seek and hide
    My grief away with me?
  Lest my bitter tears should chide,
    Bring brief dismay to thee,
O, ma mie?

More than a man may pray,
    Have I not prayed to thee?
  What were praise left to say,
    Has not been said by me,
O, ma mie?