Charles Ives - Harpalus
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Oh, Harpalus! (thus would he say)
Unhappiest under sunne!
The cause of thine unhappy day
By love was first begunne
Thou wentest first by sute to seeke
A tigre to make tame
That settes not by thy love a leeke;
But makes thy griefe her game
As easy it were to convert
The forest into a flame;
As for to turne a frowarde hert
Whom thou so faine wouldst frame
Corin, he liveth carelesse:
He leapes among the leaves:
He eats the frutes of thy redresse:
Thou "reapst" he takes the sheaves
Unhappiest under sunne!
The cause of thine unhappy day
By love was first begunne
Thou wentest first by sute to seeke
A tigre to make tame
That settes not by thy love a leeke;
But makes thy griefe her game
As easy it were to convert
The forest into a flame;
As for to turne a frowarde hert
Whom thou so faine wouldst frame
Corin, he liveth carelesse:
He leapes among the leaves:
He eats the frutes of thy redresse:
Thou "reapst" he takes the sheaves
