Did I abuse her or show her disdain?
Why does she run from me?
If I should lose her how shall I regain
The heart she has won from me?
Agony!
Beyond power of speech
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach

High in her tower she sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming
A light-hearted air
Ah-Agony!
Far more painful than yours
When you know she would go with you
If there only were doors

Agony!
All the torture they teach

What's as intruiging

Or half so fatiguing

As what's out of reach?

Am I not sensitive, clever
Well-mannered, considerate
Passionate, charming
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?

You are everything maidens could wish for

Then why no?

Do I know?

The girl must be mad!

You know nothing of madness!
Till you're climbing her hair
And you see her up there as you're nearing her
And all the while hearing her
Ah

Agony!

Misery!

Though it's different for each

Always ten steps behind

Always ten steps below

And she's just out of reach
Agony!
That can cut like a knife
I must have her to wife