Or heed the notes of birds among the trees,

If, taught by thee to yearn for Paradise,

I may confront thee with adoring eyes

And do thee homage on my bended knees.

III.

For I would be thy pilgrim; I would bow

Low as the grave, and, lingering in the same,

Live like a spectre; or be burnt in flame

To do thee good. A kingdom for a vow

I'd freely give to be elected now