My life I’d yield—my love—my all!
Content my bridal vows should prove
A martyr’s grave and a virgin’s pall!”
Then, in the flames, his other self
He sees, erect in scorn and pride:
“Sooner would I a leper be,
Far from the world to crouch and hide,
Than bend to a Christian priest mine knee,
Or take to mine arms a Christian bride!”