Strong as death,and cruel as the grave,Clothed with cloud and tempest's blackening breath,Known of death's dread self,whom none outbrave,Strong as death,Love,brow-bound with anguish for a wreath,Fierce with pain,a tyrant-hearted slave,Burns above a world that groans beneath.
Hath not pity power on thee to save,Love?hath power no pity?Nought he saith,Answering:blind he walks as wind or wave,Strong as death.
