A voice unheard till then, and yet I knew
The voice for his; and this the song it sang:—
“Ah, thorns so sharp, so strong!
Ah, path so hard, so long!
What do I care? Thither I fare!
My Rose is there!
“Ah, life so dear, so brief!
Ah, death, the end of grief!
All I can bear, all will I dare!
My Rose is there!”