In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

Well, Heaven Forgive Him! And Forgive Us All! Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall: Some Run From Brakes Of Ice, And Answer None: And Some Condemned For A Fault Alone.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.