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Here's a court and here's a king,
And here's a man (he's a wordy thing)
No poet proud to the king above, no
He's the fool of the queen, Queen Love.
"O my jester, what to play?
Great fun, darling, yesterday!"
"Fun indeed to pull and tease,
Queen Love," says he, with his heart a-bleeding.
"Fun indeed to pull and tease me,
Queen Love," says he, with his heart a-bleeding.

Love walks in the woods around,
She talks to wolves, and they hunker down;
They bite each other, go snapping, wild,
But Love just laughs like a naughty child:
"Oh my sweethearts, oh my doves!
How you hunt for a smile from Love!"
"Life is loss when you show your face,
Queen Love," says he, "in this lonely place."
"Life is loss when you show your face in it,
Queen Love," says he, "in this lonely place."

Only in the dark of night,
When he dreams his dreams of the queen and life,
The words she says are "I love you,"
And the kiss she gives to him says it's true.
But—"Wake up, wake up, wake you, Fool!
Morning's come, and the queen is cruel.
Love has spies, and a dream-hawk owl?
A you a wolf, Fool? Can you howl?"
"Love has spies, and a dream-hawk owl?
Are you a wolf, Fool? Can you howl?"

Here's a court and here's a king,
And here's a man (he's a wordy thing)
No poet proud to the king above, no
He's the fool of the queen, Queen Love.

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