You will I love until my
life on earth quite ceases,
And from first glance my
heart’s been yours, as well I know;
Though lovelier or rich, of
higher rank or low,
Whoever it might be, there’s
none me greater pleases.
Should Wenerid spurn my love, assuming God decrees this,
E’en so I still will love,
though love I must forego;
Yet you alone are mine, for
you alone I glow,
Hence may we never part till
death from life releases.
To him whoe’er it be you are
consigned by birth,
Let him take love from me.
With you I wish to share it,
Though I too lowly be and
you of greater worth.
Of him speak not a word! His
love, may nought impair it!
But should love lack, then
think of me who still am burning,
Recall, you’ll find none
else who loves you with such yearning.
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