Once Love Grew Bold And Arrogant Of Air, Proud Of The Youth That Made Him Fresh And Fair; So Unto Grief He Spake, "What Right Hast Thou To Part Or Parcel Of This Heart?" Grief'S Brow Was Darkened With The Storm Of Inward Strife; Thrice Smote He Love As Only He Might Dare, And Love, Pride Purged, Was Chastened All His Life.