Cherish you then the Hope I Shall Forget

Cherish you then the hope I shall forget

At length, my lord, Pieria? -put away

For your so passing sake, this mouth of clay, / These mortal bones against my body set, / For all the puny fever and frail sweat

Of human love,-renounce for these, I say, / The Singing Mountain's memory, and betray

The silent lyre that hangs upon me yet? Ah, but indeed, some day shall you awake, / Rather, from dreams of me, that at your side

So many nights, a lover and a bride, / But stern in my soul's chastity, have lain, / To walk the world forever for my sake, / And in each chamber find me gone again!