Tell me again the music of that tale 
 Thy nurse wit sang so oft by my soul's bed, 
 Whose words and persons from my memory fade, 
 But in the melody remembere
 Thou mightst shift all the pawns of that told game
 And, so the music made it far off be, 
 I shall still hear the tale as if the same, 
 Far bark on seas of the same melod
 What fairy castles and closed beauties lie 
 On moonlight of not‑life away from where 
 Loss is, truth kills, what charms must be put by, 
 And but the still‑to‑be keeps fresh & fai
 What matter the song, so by it the soul weeps 
 Lost kinship with its antenatal sleeps?
