''What Thou Art To Me'' Revisited

What thou art to me may I gladly shout and proclaim to thee most well? Thou art to me a high-born lady of style whereof I'd love to tell, a princess that's sage and lovely— whose mind is like a pleasant dell. Thou art to me a raven-haired of graciousness that's never seen. Thou art the friend that boldly dared to be the one and hopeful Queen, a source of ruth who cried and shared her tears through eyes of limpid green. Thou art to me a fresh new start, a renaissance of hope that's true:— God's gift of grace to my sinful heart and to my shame that I so rue; thou art thus the most blessèd part of faith and joy that now ensue.