THUS to be chain'd for ever, can
A very torment that, in truth,
This very day my new resolve shall
I'll not go near the lately-worshipp'd Fair.
Yet what excuse, my heart, can
In such a case, for not consulting
But courage! while our sorrows
In tones where love, grief, gladness have a share.
But see! the minstrel's bidding
Its melody pours forth the sounding
Yearning a sacrifice of
love to bring.
Scarce wouldst thou think it--ready
is the lay;
Well, but what then? Methought
in the first fire
We to her presence flew,
that lay to sing.
Sea Of Tranquility