If I should die today, in battle fall,
I would not mourn the end of mortal fight,
nor soul's departure, slain by greater might,
to other worlds, when Ben and Cory call.

My guild I would regret, its hearth and hall,
my dearest friends, companions day and night,
the fires of loyal kinship burning bright,
but this alone would grieve me most of all:

I never spoke my love. I never told
a word of love to him who fills my heart.
I never dared, for fear I should be spurned,
for well I know my love is not returned;
yet I will grieve, if I this world depart
and never offer him my heart to hold.