When I Seek The World Through For Images Of You, Though Apple-Blossom Is Glad And The Lily Stately-Sad, Gilliflowers Kind Of Breath, Rosemary True Till Death; Though The Wind Can Stir The Grass To Memories As You Pass. And The Soft-Singing Streams Are Music Like Your Dreams; Though Constant Stars Embrace The Quiet Of Your Face, Your Smile Lights Up Sunrise, And Evening'S In Your Eyes, Each So Shadows Its Part, All Cannot Show Your Heart; And Weighing The Beauty Of Earth I See It So Little Worth, When Reckoned Beside You, That I Hold Heaven For True But All My Heaven Is You.