Far from the anguish here that lies?...
Resume the sceptre of thy dream,
And make crown-jewels of thine eyes,
And rule a realm whose boundaries are
Limited by my boundless war!
Princess, hearken while I woo,
For love is brief, and death is due
To him who kills,—flinch not, my fair,
’Tis but my comrades on the stair!
Ah, Princess, of that faery isle