What if the mouth doth swallow liquid bitter;
What if the heinous sharks men call disease
Snap at my flesh, infecting me with poison,
And even what if that mysterious mermaid,
That moon-pale Undine claim me as her own
And seal our union with the kiss of death?
What of it? Does not all life end in death?
Give me the death of Tristan and Isolde:
I die for life and love,—I fear not death.