THE PROEM
I sing and sigh and also curse,Thus only can I give expressionTo that which will not brook repression;I am alive, I have a voice,And so I sing and sigh and curse—All life doth sing and sigh and curse.The joy of love is in my song,I sigh for pleasures yet untasted—For things I dream—o’er moments wastedAnd sometimes interrupt my songWith clenched fist to curse a wrong—It is a joy to curse a wrong.And so I sing and sigh and curse—All life doth sing and sigh and curse.
I sing and sigh and also curse,Thus only can I give expressionTo that which will not brook repression;I am alive, I have a voice,And so I sing and sigh and curse—All life doth sing and sigh and curse.The joy of love is in my song,I sigh for pleasures yet untasted—For things I dream—o’er moments wastedAnd sometimes interrupt my songWith clenched fist to curse a wrong—It is a joy to curse a wrong.And so I sing and sigh and curse—All life doth sing and sigh and curse.
I sing and sigh and also curse,Thus only can I give expressionTo that which will not brook repression;I am alive, I have a voice,And so I sing and sigh and curse—All life doth sing and sigh and curse.
I sing and sigh and also curse,
Thus only can I give expression
To that which will not brook repression;
I am alive, I have a voice,
And so I sing and sigh and curse—
All life doth sing and sigh and curse.
The joy of love is in my song,I sigh for pleasures yet untasted—For things I dream—o’er moments wastedAnd sometimes interrupt my songWith clenched fist to curse a wrong—It is a joy to curse a wrong.
The joy of love is in my song,
I sigh for pleasures yet untasted—
For things I dream—o’er moments wasted
And sometimes interrupt my song
With clenched fist to curse a wrong—
It is a joy to curse a wrong.
And so I sing and sigh and curse—All life doth sing and sigh and curse.
And so I sing and sigh and curse—
All life doth sing and sigh and curse.