I asked my heart what would she do:
She told me what she had to say,
And though the end I wish I knew,
The truth my joy might drive away.
"Why torture me with grievesome words:
Allay your fears and cut the cords!
But do you know what you have done
Or where to go when course is run?
"You have now chosen for your fate
A task an angel'd not assail:
A life of love and tears and hate,
And could you live if you should fail?"
My heart, I tell you: fear not so.
Love would I give: I shan't let go.