I know not whether to embrace my love
Or whether to push her, somewhere, away-
Asunder to lands thunderous above,
Where lightning crashes cling to cold dreams sway.
Or would I be in err, save heaven’s throne-
Where in my loyalty lies far before,
And coils much tighter mend in spirit’s own-
With her depart though her I should adore?
This love a test, God-breathed appointed prove
To judge my steadfast, rightly jealous heart?
I like it not. I love her but will move
If God, He wished, with her I would apart.
For kings with queens, in love, their rule fulfill;
God grant me this, or let my heart be still.