text:  "O love is surely longer far Than the longest paths that be; And hell they say is deeper Than is the deepest sea; And thunder it is louder Than is the loudest horn; And hunger it is sharper Than is the sharpest thorn; I know a deadly poison More green than grass on hill; And the foul fiend he is crueller Than any woman's will!" Scarce had the maiden spoken When the youth was by her side And all for what she answer'd him Has claim'd her as his bride