'Let the organ peal out once more,'

Let the organ peal out once more,
Like a first spring thunderstorm;
From behind your bride's shoulder,
My half-closed eyes will gaze.

Farewell, goodbye, be happy my friend,
Ireturn you your sweet vow,
But don't let your passionate one
See my inimitable ravings –

That would inject a burning venom
Into your blessed, joyful union…
And I go to claim a marvellous garden
Where grass rustles, the Muse declaims.