Go tell Miss V-- to quickly come,
And bring her pen and ink,
That she may write each word I speak
Or each one that I think.

She can unfold my darkest thoughts
And make them plain to me,
I know not one so full of art
No one so apt as she.

She was with me on first of May;
For me she then did write
With little kind and gentle deeds,
She 's like my heart's delight.