Could I be sure that I should die br The moment you had ceased to love me, br I would not turn so fearfully br From those fond vows with which you move me. br Could I be sure, when passion's light br Had faded from your eyes away, br My own would close in endless night, br I would not shun their dangerous ray. br 'Tis not your tenderness I dread, br But that affection's drear decay; br Would fate indulgent strike me dead br When its first glow of warmth was fled— br I'd live and love you till that day.