As the billow flings shells on the shore,
As the sun poureth light on the sea...
As a lark on the wing scatters song to the spring,
So rushes my love to thee,

As the ivy clings close to the tower,
As the dew lieth deep in a flower,
As the shadow to light, as the day unto night,
So clings my wild soul to thee!

As the moon glitters coldly alone,
Above earth on her cloud-woven throne,
As the rocky-bound cave repulses a wave,
So thy anger repulses me.

As the bitter black frost of a night
Slays the roses with pitiless might,
As a sharp dagger-thrust hurls a king to the dust,
So thy cruelty murdereth me.

Yet in spite of thy queenly disdain, 
Thou art seared by my passion and pain.
Thou shalt hear me repeat,
Till I die for it sweet!
I love thee! I love thee! I love thee!
I dare to love thee! To love...