WHY DEPRIVE me, my Fate, of my woman's right boldly to conquer the best of life's prizes with mine own arrogant power, and not to keep gazing at emptiness, waiting for some chance drifting towards me with the withered fruit of weary days of patience? Send me without pity to the utter risk of my all for the treasure guarded behind rudely forbidding barricades. Never for me is to steal into the bridal chamber with the timid tinkling of anklets in a dim twilight dusk, but recklessly to rush into the desperate danger of love, by some troubled sea, where its stormy vehemence would snatch away from my face the veil of shrinking maidenliness, and amidst the ominous shrieks of sea-birds could be raised to my warrior my cry You are mine own.
II. 103. naco re mero man, matta hoy DANCE, MY heart! dance to-day with joy. The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and the world is listening to its melodies: Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of this music. The hills and the sea and the earth dance. The world of man dances in laughter and tears. Why put on the robe of the monk, and live aloof from the world in lonely pride? Behold! my heart dances in the delight of a hundred arts; and the Creator is well pleased.
