Now on her tender bosom rests my cheek

And lo, the drum beat of sweet life I hear,

That sound that says love waits not for the meek—

All triumph stems from deeds of those who dare.

Could she but know my dreams are hers to bless,

Or that my hopes reach to the moon on high;

That I would die here for her happiness,

That for her favor, I would ever vie?

All is lost— anon she weds another—

Dark hours draw near to crush my helpless soul.

Could she yet have the strength to flout her father

And run with me,not knowing where we go?

The morning sun now gathers in the east…

And crowns unbridled love with one last test.