I feel pale and I shiver.
        What power of the moonlight
Tremulous under the river
        Thus pains me with delight?

What spell told by the moon
        Unlooses all my soul?
O speak to me! I swoon!
        I fade from life's control!

I am a far spirit, e'en
        In the felt place of me.
O river too serene
        For my tranquillity!

O ache somehow of living!
        O sorrow for something!
O moon‑pain the sense‑giving
        That I am vainly king

In some spell‑bound realm mute,
        In a lunar land lone!
O ache as of a dying flute
        When we would have't play on!