Who would not captive be?

Who would not captive be to her

To feel this love divine?

Who would not captive be to her

And worship at her shrine?

She holds me slave with but a glance,

Her voice my spirit stirs,

No knight disarms with sword and lance

Like one soft smile of hers.

Nay, other men may power attain,

And some may wealthy be,

But just to love her, that is gain,

That wealth enough for me!

Who would not captive be to her,

And silken fetters feel;

When "captive" means a worshipper,

Who would not captive kneel?