If Orpheus could cross the River Styx
to beg death's gods return Eurydice,
If Hades by this plea could be transfixed,
where is the hero come to rescue me?

If Philemon and Baucis with last breath
were by a pledge forever intertwined,
If Zeus could grant this couple's clasp past death,
where is the suitor fated to be mine?

If Aphrodite's tears at lover's blood
could turn each drop into a crimson flow'r,
If such devotion causes blooms to bud,
where are the blossoms on my trellised bow'r?

Ye gods who've granted love's requests before,
please plot a path that stops at my front door.