That I could bear, for my heart is fixed on you alone among men, and at the least you would be kind to me, and I should move in the sunlight of your presence.
But having known the light, I cannot live to wander in the darkness.

You do not understand.

I will tell you what I fear.

I fear that if--if we were wed, you would weary of me as men do, and that memory would grow too strong for you.

Then by and by it might be possible for you to find your way back across the waters to your own land and your own love, and so you would desert me, Teule.