A love song

Noblest, I pray thee,

Have pity upon me,

Thy face is a sword,

And behold, I am slain.

From the core of my heart

I have loved thee,

Aid, oh aid!

Love the deceiver.

Love the all-conquering,

Come to mine aid!

Thy hair hath entangled

My very heart's fibre.

The flame is upleaping,

And sinking my soul.

All strength

ebbs from me,

Aid, oh aid!

Love the deceiver,

Love the all-conquering,

Come to mine aid!