I feel pale and I shiver.

        What power of the moonlight

Tremulous under the river

        Thus pains me with delight?

What spell told by the moon

        Unlooses all my soul?

O speak to me! I swoon!

        I fade from life's control!

I am a far spirit, e'en

        In the felt place of me.

O river too serene

        For my tranquillity!

O ache somehow of living!

        O sorrow for something!

O moon‑pain the sense‑giving

        That I am vainly king

In some spell‑bound realm mute,

        In a lunar land lone!

O ache as of a dying flute

        When we would have't play on!