Like yonder swallow, I would soar away⁠— + 

Above the sea, far from this buzzing mart; + 

But how can I? A cruel, little fay + 

Has fettered with three golden threads my heart. + 

Her honeyed tongue the one; her eyes the other; + 

The third her lips; and that completes her art. + 

No fruits from other gardens can I gather, + 

For she has tied with golden threads my heart. + 

O, how I would asunder rend my chain, + 

And from the tears and pangs of love depart; + 

Ah, no! ’tis better that I die in pain + 

Than break the golden threads of my poor heart. + 