Oh, if thou wert a rose, love,
A lady-bird I’d be,
And ’mid thy fragrant petals
I’d spend my days with thee.
And if thou wert the sea, love,
A little boat I’d be,
And on thy briny waves, dear,
I’d rock eternally.
And if e’en death thou wert, love,
Thine own I’d wish to be,
I’d hasten to thy snowy arms
And die in ecstasy!