What force should move that e’er I seek you so —
What piqued in me that sudden strong desire
Where should broad rivers bar yet still I go,
Or trek a hundred miles and barely tire?
No obstacle could block that chosen route
Straight to your heart where sings the golden bird
Ensconcing beauty and resounding truth,
Attainment thus, the conquest of a world!
But if by some black chance you love not me
But if by some black chance you love not me
And your sweet heart is to another given,
By blade alone I would so steel the need
To leave this life and seek a separate heaven.
Without your smile there is no morning sun,
There hope lies slain and my sad song is sung.
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