How am I to punish thee,
For the wrong thou’st done to me,
Silly swallow, prating thing —
Shall I clip that wheeling wing,
Or, as Tereus did, of old,
(So the fabled tale is told,)
Shall I tear that tongue away,
Tongue that utter’d such a lay?
Ah, how thoughtless hast thou been!
Long before the dawn was seen,
When a dream came o’er my mind,
Picturing her I worship, kind,
Just when I was nearly blest,
Loud thy matins broke my rest!