When thou didst give thy love to me,
—Asking no more of gods or men
I vow'd I would contented be,
—If Fate should grant us summers ten.

But now that twice the term is sped,
—And ever young my heart and gay,
I fear the words that then I said,
—And turn my face from Fate away.

To bid thee happily good-bye
—I have no hope that I can see,
No way that I shall bravely die,
—Unless I give my life for thee.