A man’s a man who does and dares!
In other points you’re spiced not scantly with the devil;
Nothing more silly moves on earth’s wide level,
Than is a devil who despairs.
Scene IV.
Margaret’s Room.
Margaret alone, at a Spinning-wheel.
Margaret.
My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And nevermore.
Where he is not
Life is the tomb,
The world is bitterness
And gloom.
Crazed is my poor
Distracted brain,
My thread of thought
Is rent in twain.
My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
I look from the window
For none but him,
I go abroad
For only him.
His noble air,
His bearing high,
The smile of his mouth,
The might of his eye,
And, when he speaks,
What flow of bliss!
The clasp of his hand,
And ah! his kiss!
My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And nevermore.
