I am yours -- to the end of the world,
or such time -- as you see fit to let me go
from this bond -- that is neither chain nor stone
but a home -- burrowed deep beneath the snow.
| And we shall be shielded
| by the selfsame spell that guards the holy door:
| and the power wielded
| in our hands so small, and so
From now on -- I'll admit when I'm wrong,
feed the cat -- and arise before dawn.
There are some -- who would call me a fool
They say sooth -- I sought the fountain of you.
If you ask -- I will tell what I know:
all must pass -- but we stay when they go.
Cups shall fall -- limbs will wear into wands:
death is rest -- before travelling on.