He came to her on a starry night Her the lady, he the knight And knelt before her on the ground Her hands within his own he bound And gazed into her starlit eyes Illuminated by the lunar rise And smiling, produced to her a ring A trinket to most, a trifled thing And said to her those words she dreamed And faltered not, although it seemed He would. And she, exuberant, looking down Could not recall when last she'd frowned Though tears flowed freely down her face And settled on her moonlit lace Her face bespoke rapturous elation Outshining God's surrounding creations And opening her delicate mouth One whispered word made to slip out And soared across the enchanted night And on his ears it made to alight With growing cheer upon its advent His heart soared forth whenst it gained the content And all doubts dashed he embraced her dearly For though it seemed unlikely, She would. And spinning upon that ghostly hill That gorgeous spine of earth instilled It seemed, with all the wonder of the world This dear young couple their hearts unfurled And then, exuberance smiting his face He stepped away to leave her place She glanced and questioned lovingly Where go thou now, my dearest sweet? And to the world his voice he hurled "I think, my dear, I shall conquer the world."