Fate, have pity upon my plight, And the heart of my lady to mercy move. For the saddest words that youth can write Are, "This is a night that is lost to love." 

And the heart of my lady to mercy move.

Are, "This is a night that is lost to love."

 

 XIII. 

 As the waves of the outgoing sea Leave the rocks and the drift wood bare, When your thoughts are for others than me, My heart is the strand of despair— Beloved, Where bleak suns glare, And Joy, like a desolate mourner, gropes In the wrecks of broken hopes. 

Leave the rocks and the drift wood bare,

My heart is the strand of despair—

Beloved,

Where bleak suns glare,

 As the incoming waves of the sea, The rocks and the sandbar hide, When your thoughts flow back to me, My heart leaps up on the tide— Beloved, Where my glad hopes ride With joy at the wheel, and the sun above In a glorious sky of love. 

The rocks and the sandbar hide,

My heart leaps up on the tide—

Beloved,

Where my glad hopes ride

 

 XIV. 

 There was a bard all in the olden time, When bards were men to whom the world gave ear, And song an art the great gods deemed sublime, Who sought to make his willful lady hear By weaving strange new melodies of rhyme, Which voiced his love, his sorrow, and his fear. 

When bards were men to whom the world gave ear,

Who sought to make his willful lady hear

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