For shame, I did not give myself away,
Though I did burn to bring her unto me,
I'm set to howl by night and rue the day.

My countenance had nothing good to say,
No brave emotion vying to break free,
For shame I did not give myself away.

Real life becomes more fickle than a play,
I stumble in the dark, I cannot see,
I'm set to howl by night and rue the day.

Dismiss me not as conceited, I pray,
Do not let silence be our legacy,
For shame I did not give myself away.

I yearn for her, yet keep it here at bay,
In order I may write my tragedy,
I'm set to howl by night and rue the day.

That she ignore it all and choose to stay,
Would surely constitute a lunacy,
For shame I did not give myself away,
I'm set to howl by night and rue the day.