1. No more excuses could avail,
He cast me into misery's vale-

2. Dark as disbelief, while fair
As faith's own light his visage were!

3. O sleep of night, why didst thou yearn
My rest away from me to turn?

4. Today aloof thy glances fall:
Can glances too be fickle all?

5. A sword is she, her charms unfurled
Stir men to strife about the world:

6. Sheathed or unsheathed its deadly gleam,
'Tis blood and wounds her smiles do stream!