My love for you? Pure as the strangest of lights,
as thou the stars peeped deep into my soul.
My love for you? Flows as the loneliest of seas,
like dark magic dwells in my heart.
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.