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.