Should it be slain by bow?
Should I let fly a poison dart,
Or try to bend as low
As can be done, Nay I shall not
Ever give up the dream,
That someday shall I, ere I rot,
Love-light in your eyes gleam.
You love me not, of that I'm sure,
But what i cannot see:
Why you don't see as much of love,
As I witness in thee.
Oh beautiful maid, I
Do love thee till I die.
