Queen Mary's Song
E. Elgar
Hapless doom of woman
happy in betrothing,
Beauty passes like a breath
and love is lost in loathing;
Low! my lute:
Speak low, but say the world is nothing.
Low! lute, low!
Love will hover round the flowers
when they first awaken;
Love will fly the fallen leaf,
and not be overtaken;
Low, my lute!
O low, my lute! we fade and are forsaken.
Low, dear lute, low!