Shall I sit and think of you?
It rests heavy on my heart, so long
A love that I never really knew
But I knew, muse, I knew I was wrong
Matters of love confuse and fester
These things do trouble me so
I feel that I was the sequesterer
And I took too much and ruined you, my beau
I am blind with this sick, horrible sorrow
Of remembering you in lamplight and dark
As I wait for some lie of tomorrow
Woe, I do mourn this lark
Goodbye, goodbye gentle bird
That has nested and bested my heart
Lest this soul love you again, I hope I am heard
By the sweet spirit, blonde and tart
I am always waiting in the wings
To love you if loving is right
Though you are better matched by kings
I know, spirit, it is not right so I try with my might
To leave you.
