oh
         made for
           damsel and hopeless
      whispering
         unity made
        his world
           so fair! The
           bride, and then
         seek the lowly




      seeketh
        flower
            and
       the branches
            the branches
            walk
           so pensive
         spirits meet
     they make solemn vows




      singeth
        sadness
          death claims a
           bride,
        night
          now
           to the
            reading of the
            kind companion