Fiddler's Farewell/She Says; being Forbidden!
She says, being forbidden:
And was there not a king somewhere who said:"Back, waves! I do command you!" I forgetHis name, beloved, or his race, and yetI know the story and am comforted.The tides will rise, are rising—see, they spreadAbout your robes, your ermine will be wet,Your velvet shoes, your dear dear feet! Ah letMe warn you, sir, the waves will reach your head!
My king, my kingly love, how shall we stayThe bold broad lifting of this lovely sea?What is the master word that we must sayTo bring these roaring waters to the knee?The other king went scampering away!Will you so do? Or will you drown with me?