Extracts From An Opera
O!
were
I
one
of
the
Olympian
twelve,
Their
godships
should
pass
this
into
law,--
That
when
a
man
doth
set
himself
in
toil
After
some
beauty
veiled
far
away,
Each
step
he
took
should
make
his
lady's
hand
More
soft,
more
white,
and
her
fair
cheek
more
fair;
And
for
each
briar-berry
he
might
eat,
A
kiss
should
bud
upon
the
tree
of
love,
And
pulp
and
ripen
richer
every
hour,
To
melt
away
upon
the
traveller's
lips.
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1.
The
sun,
with
his
great
eye,
Sees
not
so
much
as
I;
And
the
moon,
all
silve-proud,
Might
as
well
be
in
a
cloud.
2.
And
O
the
spring
--
the
spring!
I
lead
the
life
of
a
king!
Couch'd
in
the
teeming
grass,
I
spy
each
pretty
lass.
3.
I
look
where
no
one
dares,
And
I
stare
where
no
one
stares,
And
when
the
night
is
nigh,
Lambs
bleat
my
lullaby.
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Folly's
Song.
When
wedding
fiddles
are
a-playing,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
And
when
maidens
go
a-Maying,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
When
a
milk-pail
is
upset,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
And
the
clothes
left
in
the
wet,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
When
the
barrel's
set
abroach,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
When
Kate
Eyebrow
keeps
a
coach,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
When
the
pig
is
over-roasted,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
And
the
cheese
is
over-toasted,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
When
Sir
Snap
is
with
his
lawyer,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
And
Miss
Chap
has
kiss'd
the
sawyer,
Huzza
for
folly
O!
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Oh,
I
am
frighten'd
with
most
hateful
thoughts!
Perhaps
her
voice
is
not
a
nightingale's,
Perhaps
her
teeth
are
not
the
fairest
pearl;
Her
eye-lashes
may
be,
for
aught
I
know,
Not
longer
than
the
May-fly's
small
fan-horns;
There
may
not
be
one
dimple
on
her
hand;
And
freckles
many;
ah!
a
careless
nurse,
In
haste
to
teach
the
little
thing
to
walk,
May
have
crumpt
up
a
pair
of
Dian's
legs,
And
warpt
the
ivory
of
a
Juno's
neck.
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Song.
1.
The
stranger
lighted
from
his
steed,
And
ere
he
spake
a
word,
He
seiz'd
my
lady's
lily
hand,
And
kiss'd
it
all
unheard.
2.
The
stranger
walk'd
into
the
hall,
And
ere
he
spake
a
word,
He
kiss'd
my
lady's
cherry
lips,
And
kiss'd
'em
all
unheard.
3.
The
stranger
walk'd
into
the
bower,--
But
my
lady
first
did
go,--
Aye
hand
in
hand
into
the
bower,
Where
my
lord's
roses
blow.
4.
My
lady's
maid
had
a
silken
scarf,
And
a
golden
ring
had
she,
And
a
kiss
from
the
stranger,
as
off
he
went
Again
on
his
fair
palfrey.
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Asleep!
O
sleep
a
little
while,
white
pearl!
And
let
me
kneel,
and
let
me
pray
to
thee,
And
let
me
call
Heaven’s
blessing
on
thine
eyes,
And
let
me
breathe
into
the
happy
air,
That
doth
enfold
and
touch
thee
all
about,
Vows
of
my
slavery,
my
giving
up,
My
sudden
adoration,
my
great
love!
