“Wholly true, from sun to sun,
“So he’ll love me not in part.
“Who would win me, must have found,
“For his deep and manly love,
“Other vent than empty sound—
“Vows protest but do not prove.
“Nobly as old legends tell,
“Rode the knight from land to land,
“Sin and wrong before him fell,
“Conquer’d by his stalwart hand.