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.