How shall I woo thee, Lady Light,
With words of love, sublime and bright?
What words are there that could compare,
To such a maiden, soft and fair?

Shall I woo thee with oaths fell sworn,
Of fealty, love, and burdens borne?
What oath could match the truth of this,
My heart is yours to take in bliss.

Could I but woo with songs profound
Then all the world should know the sound,
Of my devotion, pure and true,
And yet, no song could sing of you.

Might I woo thee with bravery,
On battlefields, in pageantry?
What knave would think your heart could lie,
With sword and bow and battle-cry.

And so I woo thee not a pace,
For naught have I to match your grace,
Instead, but this I offer thee,
My love shan't die, if you choose me.