To take from me the sundered tree,
And memory that's faded,
Behold the stroke, the broken yoke,
And plundered heart once shaded.

Don't ask of her to spurn a cur,
Once folly's proud fool fair.
Beseech her thrice for heart of ice,
She'll give it forth. Beware.

Now locked once more is iron door,
Behind it, hatred's chalice.
For now 'tis clear that love is near,
And I relinquish malice.

For all beheld, was loath and swelled,
And lies grew daily stronger.
The jagged spire of evil's fire,
Cast shadows ever longer.

But she knew me fore I was free,
Not knave but fool was I.
A gleaming gem, a diadem.
She forged before my eye.

And what of these absurdities?
Where is our fairest flower?
Tis hope, and lies in her brown eyes,
And thither is their power.

Chains are broken, oaths are spoken,
Before lie paths unchosen,
The dread is gone in rays of dawn,
My heart's no longer frozen.

For fear of change and journies strange,
Has gripped and held me heartless.
On paths unknown, but ne'er alone,
I walk now bold and dauntless.