Too much I love this world You made Her colors sting like death Her shapes and movements drown my heart Her beauties halt my breath Her vistas, music, flavors and smells My frailties overrun I often swoon when shines her moon Nor dare outstare her sun I live on brinks of sweet-sickness So much a boy should bear If rumored heaven betters this I beg for new eyes there New ears to listen, more supple tongue To mimic holy tunes And simpler nose to fill my lung With long-forgot perfumes But if you choose to change me not Please offer mercy's cover Lest I should die where death is not And spoil New Eden's lovers Too much I love this world You made She echoes better places And homesicks me 'til we shall see Direct, with unveiled faces