Why wilt thou warble half a note too flat?
I can conceive no reasonable theory.
To tell me that.
Why dost thou sing? O Lady, have we ever
In thought or action done thee any wrong?
Then wherefore should'st thou visit us for ever
With thy one song?
Why dost thou sing?—None offers a suggestion,
None dares to do so desperate a thing,
And Echo only answers to my question,