For one full yearning,
Hour spurning,
The fetters burning
Of Fate’s control.
The chilling power
Of rank and dower
That sacred hour
Soon overcast,
And from our faces
Swept the faint traces
For one full yearning,
Hour spurning,
The fetters burning
Of Fate’s control.
The chilling power
Of rank and dower
That sacred hour
Soon overcast,
And from our faces
Swept the faint traces