I climbed a mountain peaked with snow,

I dared not look to Far Below;

I swam a piercing, icy sea.

I did this all: I died for thee.


And thou who owned my mind and soul

Reveal your awful, painful goal:

Thou wanted to cause misery

And thou hath been the death of me.


And fires now, they rage and burn;

Thy waters drown the key that turned;

The land is quaking; I can see

The air to bear the dust of me.


And here I stand, an empty shell:

the one to whom thou said ‘Farwell'

And when thou cut my spirit free,

Yes, thou, my dear, were the death of me.

The End

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