I. Come Tell Me Some Olden Story Of Knight Or Paladin, Whose Sword On The Field Of Glory Bright Laurel Wreaths Did Win: Tell Me Of The Heart Of Fire His Courage Rare Did Prove; Speak On - Oh! I Will Not Tire - But Never Talk Of Love. Ii. Or, If Thou Wilt, I Shall Hearken Some Magic Legend Rare - How The Wizard'S Power Did Darken The Sunny Summer Air: Thou'Lt Tell Of Banshee'S Midnight Wail, Or Corpse-Light'S Ghastly Gleam - It Matters Not How Wild The Tale So Love Be Not Thy Theme. Iii. Or, Perhaps Thou May'St Have Travelled On Distant, Foreign Strand, Strange Secrets Have Unravelled In Many A Far-Off Land; Describe Each Castle Hoary, Each Fair Or Frowning Shore - But Should Love Blend In Thy Story I'll List Thy Voice No More. Iv. Thou Askest With Emotion, Why Am I Thus So Cold, Urging All Thy Past Devotion, Well Known - Well Tried Of Old; Hush! Bend A Little Nearer That Sad, O'Erclouded Brow - Could Love Vows Make Thee Dearer To Me Than Thou Art Now!