Ladies, And Youths That In Their Favour Bask, With Mocking Smiles Come Round Me: Prithee, Why, Why Dost Thou With An Unknown Language Cope, Love-Riming? Whence Thy Courage For The Task? Tell Us--So Never Frustrate Be Thy Hope, And The Best Thought Still To Thy Thinking Fly! Thus Me They Mock: Thee Other Streams, They Cry, Thee Other Shores, Another Sea Demands Upon Whose Verdant Strands Are Budding, Even This Moment, For Thy Hair Immortal Guerdon, Bays That Will Not Die: An Over-Burden On Thy Back Why Bear?-- Song, I Will Tell Thee; Thou For Me Reply: My Lady Saith--And Her Word Is My Heart-- This Is Love'S Mother-Tongue, And Fits His Part.