What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?

But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.

Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead, Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, The curtains drawn upon unfriendly …

'Fair and foul are near of kin, And fair needs foul,' I cried. 'My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied.'

Mother, mother There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovi…

I'm not scared of dying And I, don't really care If it' s peace you find in dying Well then, let the time be near.

Bend low, O dusky Night, And give my spirit rest, Hold me to your deep breast, And put old cares to flight. Give back the lost delight That once my soul posses…