29Ariel, O,—my angel, my own,—Whither away then art thou flownBeyond my spirit’s dominion?That makest my heart run over with rhyme,Renewing at will my youth for a time,My servant, my pretty minion.Now indeed I have cause to mourn,Now thou returnest scorn for scorn:Leave me not to my folly:For when thou art with me is none so gayAs I, and none when thou’rt awayWas ever so melancholy.
29Ariel, O,—my angel, my own,—Whither away then art thou flownBeyond my spirit’s dominion?That makest my heart run over with rhyme,Renewing at will my youth for a time,My servant, my pretty minion.Now indeed I have cause to mourn,Now thou returnest scorn for scorn:Leave me not to my folly:For when thou art with me is none so gayAs I, and none when thou’rt awayWas ever so melancholy.
Ariel, O,—my angel, my own,—Whither away then art thou flownBeyond my spirit’s dominion?That makest my heart run over with rhyme,Renewing at will my youth for a time,My servant, my pretty minion.Now indeed I have cause to mourn,Now thou returnest scorn for scorn:Leave me not to my folly:For when thou art with me is none so gayAs I, and none when thou’rt awayWas ever so melancholy.
Ariel, O,—my angel, my own,—Whither away then art thou flownBeyond my spirit’s dominion?That makest my heart run over with rhyme,Renewing at will my youth for a time,My servant, my pretty minion.Now indeed I have cause to mourn,Now thou returnest scorn for scorn:Leave me not to my folly:For when thou art with me is none so gayAs I, and none when thou’rt awayWas ever so melancholy.
Ariel, O,—my angel, my own,—Whither away then art thou flownBeyond my spirit’s dominion?That makest my heart run over with rhyme,Renewing at will my youth for a time,My servant, my pretty minion.
Ariel, O,—my angel, my own,—
Whither away then art thou flown
Beyond my spirit’s dominion?
That makest my heart run over with rhyme,
Renewing at will my youth for a time,
My servant, my pretty minion.
Now indeed I have cause to mourn,Now thou returnest scorn for scorn:Leave me not to my folly:For when thou art with me is none so gayAs I, and none when thou’rt awayWas ever so melancholy.
Now indeed I have cause to mourn,
Now thou returnest scorn for scorn:
Leave me not to my folly:
For when thou art with me is none so gay
As I, and none when thou’rt away
Was ever so melancholy.