Queen Oneeightytwo

Act II, Scene III:

'Solitude, lovely, solitude' the
Queen claims to the air
Carries away a message
on the wind
may her Love hear

'Upon mine knees, the rapture there, in thought
mine love doth dwell
Carry away mine heart to thee,
fulfilling all ecstasy
With single purpose full of thought
search thee out and comfort bring
For on mine lips a song
doth ring

My Love, my Love where err thou go, my Love, mine heart to thee bestow'
Sitting, silent listening to the clatter below
Taking drink and ponders
feeling the know