This likeness is enchantingly lovely,
As no eye has ever beheld !
I feel it, as this heavenly picture

My heart with new emotion fills.
This something I cannot name,
Yet I feel it here like fire burning.

Can the feeling be love?
Yes, yes, love it is alone.
O, if only I could find her!

O, if only she were standing before me!
I would, would, warmly and chastely,
What would I do? I would full of rapture her

Against this glowing bosom press
And forever then she would be mine.