Wilt thou my Penelope be
As I wander across the sea?

Wilt thou still be my cherished queen,
Wonderful after all I’ve seen?

Wilt thy faithfulness persevere
As Sirens I seek not to hear?

Wilt thou be dressed in loyalty,
Despite the tempting royalty?

Wilt thy cunning eschew thy grief
When there seems to be no relief?

Wilt thou be free of any guilt
Upon the bed that I have built?

Wilt thou be undaunted by death
Long after my last ragged breath?

Wilt thou remain mine forever,
Though great should be this endeavour?