I place my life, my all, at thy behest;
I could not love thee more, nor oaths could stronger bind.
Yet what are words? Mere breaths which pass away;
And words are at the service of us all.
Vows, true or false, ring all the same to-day;
We by our after-actions stand or fall.
Give me to do some deed, some work, to show
And prove the love I bear thee; test my faith.
I speak no more; in silence, love shall grow,
And silent witness give that love shall last till death.