10O Love, my muse, how was’t for meAmong the best to dare,In thy high courts that bowed the kneeWith sacrifice and prayer?Their mighty offerings at thy shrineShamed me, who nothing bore:Their suits were mockeries of mine,I sued for so much more.Full many I met that crowned with bayIn triumph home returned,And many a master on the wayProud of the prize I scorned.I wished no garland on my headNor treasure in my hand;My gift the longing that me led,My prayer thy high command,My love, my muse; and when I spakeThou mad’st me thine that day,And more than hundred hearts could takeGav’st me to bear away.
10O Love, my muse, how was’t for meAmong the best to dare,In thy high courts that bowed the kneeWith sacrifice and prayer?Their mighty offerings at thy shrineShamed me, who nothing bore:Their suits were mockeries of mine,I sued for so much more.Full many I met that crowned with bayIn triumph home returned,And many a master on the wayProud of the prize I scorned.I wished no garland on my headNor treasure in my hand;My gift the longing that me led,My prayer thy high command,My love, my muse; and when I spakeThou mad’st me thine that day,And more than hundred hearts could takeGav’st me to bear away.
O Love, my muse, how was’t for meAmong the best to dare,In thy high courts that bowed the kneeWith sacrifice and prayer?Their mighty offerings at thy shrineShamed me, who nothing bore:Their suits were mockeries of mine,I sued for so much more.Full many I met that crowned with bayIn triumph home returned,And many a master on the wayProud of the prize I scorned.I wished no garland on my headNor treasure in my hand;My gift the longing that me led,My prayer thy high command,My love, my muse; and when I spakeThou mad’st me thine that day,And more than hundred hearts could takeGav’st me to bear away.
O Love, my muse, how was’t for meAmong the best to dare,In thy high courts that bowed the kneeWith sacrifice and prayer?Their mighty offerings at thy shrineShamed me, who nothing bore:Their suits were mockeries of mine,I sued for so much more.Full many I met that crowned with bayIn triumph home returned,And many a master on the wayProud of the prize I scorned.I wished no garland on my headNor treasure in my hand;My gift the longing that me led,My prayer thy high command,My love, my muse; and when I spakeThou mad’st me thine that day,And more than hundred hearts could takeGav’st me to bear away.
O Love, my muse, how was’t for meAmong the best to dare,In thy high courts that bowed the kneeWith sacrifice and prayer?
O Love, my muse, how was’t for me
Among the best to dare,
In thy high courts that bowed the knee
With sacrifice and prayer?
Their mighty offerings at thy shrineShamed me, who nothing bore:Their suits were mockeries of mine,I sued for so much more.
Their mighty offerings at thy shrine
Shamed me, who nothing bore:
Their suits were mockeries of mine,
I sued for so much more.
Full many I met that crowned with bayIn triumph home returned,And many a master on the wayProud of the prize I scorned.
Full many I met that crowned with bay
In triumph home returned,
And many a master on the way
Proud of the prize I scorned.
I wished no garland on my headNor treasure in my hand;My gift the longing that me led,My prayer thy high command,
I wished no garland on my head
Nor treasure in my hand;
My gift the longing that me led,
My prayer thy high command,
My love, my muse; and when I spakeThou mad’st me thine that day,And more than hundred hearts could takeGav’st me to bear away.
My love, my muse; and when I spake
Thou mad’st me thine that day,
And more than hundred hearts could take
Gav’st me to bear away.