[1] How Am I To Punish Thee, For The Wrong Thou'St Done To Me Silly Swallow, Prating Thing-- Shall I Clip That Wheeling Wing? Or, As Tereus Did, Of Old,[2] (So The Fabled Tale Is Told,) Shall I Tear That Tongue Away, Tongue That Uttered Such A Lay? Ah, How Thoughtless Hast Thou Been! Long Before The Dawn Was Seen, When A Dream Came O'Er My Mind, Picturing Her I Worship, Kind, Just When I Was Nearly Blest, Loud Thy Matins Broke My Rest!