Laments, Lady of Charlotte, To Lancelot

In the garbage lilies may bloom Yet in its odor will always loom Faint traces of its abused past Wounds may fade but traces last Had heaven pity on this fool And struck her down dead where she lay That she did not see another day Mourned in loss and wasted away If I tore out these eyes of mine And blinded to the sight divine That caught my eyes, I will not sin By yearning love not mine to keep When I first tasted love’s venom How enflamed passions burnt anew Love pulsed through my soul, a fiery hue Yet overcomes now solemn Fate, I am innocent no more. I will ne’er be what I was before I depart now, wretched heart From the remainders of my waste In hopes that in my death regain What love I sought and sought in vain Your lady fair sure owns your heart Yet your remorse mine for evermore In the shadows I will meet thee In your darkest hours to greet thee Midst deadly silence, fancies free me Whisper, but my name, you’ll see me…