What do you owe me, Love of all my years?
Not love, ah! no, for love can not be owed.
Love must be free, accepted or bestowed,
E'en though we pay its price with bitter tears!

But this one debt you owe, that fearlessly
Your eyes shall meet the candor of my eyes;
No veiled untruth may desecrate the prize
Of a great love's untarnished memory!