The Broken Wing/The Desire of Love

​7. The Desire of Love

O could I brew my soul like wine
  To make you strong,
O could I carve you Freedom's sword
  Out of my song!

Instil into your mortal flesh
  Immortal breath,
Triumphantly to conquer Life
  And trample Death.

What starry height of sacrifice
  Were left untrod,
So could my true love fashion you
  Into a God?

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