Noble Prince thou hast come of wedding age,
Where heart doth stir and mating dance inform
Crossbow in hand, hunter seeks to engage;
Charmed lake thy lovely swan doth thee transform
Gently float fair swan on such lake of tears,
Thy sea of glass dare not break Rothbart’s curse
Tis thy heart so pure that thou hath not fears?
Swan white or black, choose better or for worse
Would thou live in joy or pool of tears die;
That in night’s glow, death cannot hold back love,
For they that such embrace, need’nt ask thee why
Two souls reborn raised to the heav’ns above
For mercy heals and gives hearts wings to fly
Like a Prince and his swan, did’st death defy.