Song.

I askèd of the pallid moon,1
                        
                        Whether my love would love me soon ;2
                        
                        I askèd of the sapphire star,3
                        
                        Whether from love she still were far.4
                        I askèd of the violet,5
                        
                        Whether she would not love me yet ;6
                        
                        And of the pansy’s yellow quill,7
                        
                        If she would be unheeding still.8
                        Alas !  they all replied to me9
                        
                        ‘ She loves not thee !  she loves not thee !’10
                        I askèd of the fickle wind,11
                        
                        Whether she still would be unkind ;12
                        
                        I askèd of the flowing river,13
                        
                        If she would love me never, never.14
                        I asked the woods in green array,15
                        
                        If she would always say me 
                                 nay ;16
                        
                        I asked the happy sky above,17
                        
                        If she would never, never love.18
                        Alas !  they all replied to me19
                        
                        ‘ She loves not thee !  she loves not thee !’20
                        Then said I to the pallid moon,21
                        
                        ‘ I’ll love her neither late nor soon ;  ’22
                        
                        Then said I to the sapphire star,23
                        
                        ‘ I care not if her love be far.’24
                        Pansy I told and violet,25
                        
                        She might, for I should quite forget;26
                        
                        And fickle wind and flowing river,27
                        
                        That I would love her never, never.28
                        I told green woods and sky above,29
                        
                        To tell her I would never love,30
                        
                        To thank her for so much disdain31
                        
                        As had me eased of so much pain.32