Oft treasonous of love—this much is true,

A vassal sworn to passion’s fierce disguise;

Yet through it all I did remain with you

Unwilling to absolve my perjured ties.

The blood of youth runs hot and boldly deems

The siege of soul and flesh in love and war,

By lust of life, such lurid scenes still gleam—

Seared deep where conscience writhes and truths implore;

True love prevails when fresh burned brands do heal

And sundered hearts find cause to join again,

From such harsh trials, love’s sacred bond is sealed—

Staunch hearts reforged to better fate contend.

Drop hammer cast—these chains that hold the heart—

From purest love, stout links that never part.