To Sanson

Life of my life, my soul's best part, I could not live without thee now; And yet this love must break my heart, Or break a sacred vow.

Which shall it be? an answer oft From puzzling doubts I've sought to wake; Must joy, or misery, hence be mine, Must heart or promise break?

Alone, Heaven's highest court would prove A desolated land to me; Earth's barest, barren desert wild, A paradise with thee. REVENITA.