[Never (seek) pain to tell thy love
Love that never told can be
For the gentle wind does move
Silently invisibly]

I told my love I told my love
I told her all my heart
Trembling cold in ghastly fears
Ah she doth depart

Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by
Silently invisibly
[He took her with a sigh]
O was no deny

Love seeketh not itself to please
Nor for itself hath any care
But for another gives its ease
And builds a heaven in hells despair

So sung a little clod of clay
Trodden with the cattles feet
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet

Love seeketh only self to please
To bind another to its delight
Joys in anothers loss of ease
And builds a hell in heavens despite

(From Notebook Poems and Fragments c. 1789-1893)
 
 
 
 

I saw a chapel all of gold
That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping.

I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door,
And he forced and forced and forced,
Down the golden hinges tore.

And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his slimy length he drew,
Till upon the altar white.

Vomiting his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turned into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.

(From Notebook Poems and Fragments c. 1789-1893)

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