Love thee, dearest? Love thee?
Yes, by yonder star I swear,
Which
through tears above thee
Shines so sadly fair;
Though often dim
With tears, like him
And - love thee, dearest? Love thee
Yes, till death
I'm thine.
Leave thee, dearest? Leave thee?
No, that star is not more
true;
When my vows deceive thee,
He will wander too.
Adored of
night
My veil his light
And death shall darken mine
But - leave
thee, dearest? Leave thee?
No, till Death I'm thine.