How may I see, when there is nothing there?

But twas in the shade of the night

Is the fare lady of the sires’ mare

As she shines in the essence of light

May I take her up of my stead fairly

And rush her to the kingdom of twilight

To rest and grow old after we marry

Before making the journey of the delight

Taking her hand to caress it evermore

As ignorance is bliss love is wonderful

So as I leave, I bid her to take care

For the fight of war is the unthoughtful

If I must level the earth for her well

I will go for her, to and fro from hell