"Thoughts in Loneliness"
XII.
The Trap.
A cunning trap I'm laying.
Your love I have truly sought,
But just as you will be saying
Deep down in your inmost thought:
The Trap.
A cunning trap I'm laying.
Your love I have truly sought,
But just as you will be saying
Deep down in your inmost thought:
"I'll give the bad man his due then,
My heart that he's begged so long;"
I'll turn my back on you then
And make a merry song.
My heart that he's begged so long;"
I'll turn my back on you then
And make a merry song.
XVI.
The Cup.
A mighty cup my sires possessed,
A mighty great pewter cup.
My heart is warmed as I fill it up
And lift it on high with a zest.
The Cup.
A mighty cup my sires possessed,
A mighty great pewter cup.
My heart is warmed as I fill it up
And lift it on high with a zest.
Then out of the ale sighs an ancient song,
Like torches the strophes flame.
God grant that our children may hear it long
While of us it murmurs the same!
Like torches the strophes flame.
God grant that our children may hear it long
While of us it murmurs the same!
XVII.
Self-Impatience.
Within my heart of hearts I'm well advised
That I am worst among the men I know of.
Self-Impatience.
Within my heart of hearts I'm well advised
That I am worst among the men I know of.
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