In the pulses
Of her shocks
It repulses,
When its rocks
Of her shocks
It repulses,
When its rocks
Thrill and ring
As with glee?
Has my king
Cast off me,
As with glee?
Has my king
Cast off me,
Whom no bird
Flying south
Brings one word
From his mouth?
Flying south
Brings one word
From his mouth?
Not the ghost
Of a word
Riding post
Have I heard,
Of a word
Riding post
Have I heard,
Since the day
When my king
Took away
With him spring,
When my king
Took away
With him spring,
And the cup
Of each flower
Shrivelled up
That same hour,
Of each flower
Shrivelled up
That same hour,
With no light
Left behind.
Out of sight,
Out of mind!
Left behind.
Out of sight,
Out of mind!
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