Plead With Me

O, Romance, if you hear me sing,
Soft as a stream kissed raven's wing;
He gives his shadow to the shade,
Where days are broken, and persons made.

Where night is cruel, a beau of death,
Who serenades in hollow breath;
Never theirs, yet theirs to give:
Until dawn breaks, glass castles live.

So, make me gentle, sharp, and swift,
With glowing visage, yet a shame to lift.
Bury my joy, beneath thorns now mine,
I see one handsome, that naught refine.