[02:27.48][00:04.17]This, no song of ingénue,
[02:30.86][00:07.36]This, no ballad of innocence;
[02:34.65][00:10.96]This, the rhyme of a lady who
[00:14.46]Followed ever the natural bents.
[00:18.22]This, a solo of sapience,
[00:22.08]This, a chantey of sophistry,
[00:25.60]This, the sum of experiments,
[00:36.59][00:33.23][00:28.94]I loved them until they loved me.
[00:47.27]Decked in garments of sable hue,
[00:50.40]Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
[00:54.31]Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
[00:57.77]Walk I ever in penitence.
[01:01.53]Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
[01:04.91]Through God''''s acre of memory,
[01:08.55]Marking stones, in my reverence,
[01:19.76][01:16.03][01:11.92]I loved them until they loved me.
[01:29.66]Pictures pass me in long review,
[01:33.17]Marching columns of dead events.
[01:36.44]I was tender, and, often, true;
[01:40.17]Ever a prey to coincidence.
[01:44.16]Always knew I the consequence;
[01:47.92]Always saw what the end would be.
[01:51.50]We''''re as Nature has made us -- hence
[02:02.16][01:58.84][01:55.11]I loved them until they loved me.[02:12.80]Princes, never I''''d give offense,
[02:16.38]Won''''t you think of me tenderly?
[02:19.71]Here''''s my strength and my weakness, gents