To These Words I Beheld No Tongue - Theatre Of Tragedy Whether the thrond monarch weareth the crown Which I know not whether to his belongeth Doth he hence the sceptre sway Seasoneth he justice Daresay I he doth not Will he then use his sceptre as a wand Where doth sit my awe trieth me conjure Perchance a spell a reptile a sullied hound Is the gentle rain a quality of his I bethink this fro my thoughts hitherto about this I beheld to these words no tongue are the Monarch's men his thralls or his servants Oft I waylay my tongue Those of which are withal by my gnarld heart not heed'd Or doth the throstle sing with more glee At daybreak than a twilight Brawl not my imp nor my cherub reserve my judgment Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is That undiscover'd country be that Of calamity be that of joy be that of apathy Tread not paths of new when those of old are Far by an only single footstep walk be it On the left on the right be it the one which Straight forward leadeth the one of correct I have as until now not heed'd any signs of I have as until now not heed'd any signs of编辑于2021/05/12更新