Agony

Did I abuse her or show her disdain?

Why does she run from me?

If I should lose her, how shall I regain

The heart she has won from me?

Agony!

Beyond power of speech

When the one thing you want

Is the only thing out of your reach

High in her tower, she sits by the hour

Maintaining her hair

Blithe and becoming, and frequently humming

A light-hearted aire

Ah

Agony!

Far more painful than yours

When you know she would go with you

If there only were doors

Agony!

Oh, the torture they teach

What's as intriguing

Or half so fatiguing

As what's out of reach?

Am I not sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate

Passionate, charming, as kind as I'm handsome

And heir to a throne?

You are everything maidens could wish for!

Then why "no"?

Do I know?

The girl must be mad

You know nothing of madness!

'Till your climbing her hair

And you see her up there

As you're nearing her

All the while hearing her

"Aaaahh"

Agony!

Misery!

Woe!

Though it's different for each

Always ten steps behind

Always ten feet below

And she's just out of reach

Agony!

That can cut like a knife

I must have her

To wife