XII
Cherishyou then the hope I shall forgetAt length, my lord, Pieria?—put awayFor your so passing sake, this mouth of clay,These mortal bones against my body set,For all the puny fever and frail sweatOf human love,—renounce for these, I say,The Singing Mountain’s memory, and betrayThe silent lyre that hangs upon me yet?Ah, but indeed, some day shall you awake,Rather, from dreams of me, that at your sideSo many nights, a lover and a bride,But stern in my soul’s chastity, have lain,To walk the world forever for my sake,And in each chamber find me gone again!
Cherishyou then the hope I shall forgetAt length, my lord, Pieria?—put awayFor your so passing sake, this mouth of clay,These mortal bones against my body set,For all the puny fever and frail sweatOf human love,—renounce for these, I say,The Singing Mountain’s memory, and betrayThe silent lyre that hangs upon me yet?Ah, but indeed, some day shall you awake,Rather, from dreams of me, that at your sideSo many nights, a lover and a bride,But stern in my soul’s chastity, have lain,To walk the world forever for my sake,And in each chamber find me gone again!
Cherishyou then the hope I shall forgetAt length, my lord, Pieria?—put awayFor your so passing sake, this mouth of clay,These mortal bones against my body set,For all the puny fever and frail sweatOf human love,—renounce for these, I say,The Singing Mountain’s memory, and betrayThe silent lyre that hangs upon me yet?Ah, but indeed, some day shall you awake,Rather, from dreams of me, that at your sideSo many nights, a lover and a bride,But stern in my soul’s chastity, have lain,To walk the world forever for my sake,And in each chamber find me gone again!