TESTO DEL LIED

"Tom o' Bedlam"
di anonimo

The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lovely owl's my marrow;
The flaming drake,
And the night-crow make
Me music to my sorrow.
I know more than Apollo;
For oft when he lies sleeping
I behold the stars
At mortal wars,
And the rounded welkin weeping.
The moon embraces her shepherd,
And the Queen of Love her warrior;
While the first does horn
The stars of the morn,
And the next the heav'nly farrier.
With a heart of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander:
With a burning spear,
And a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander;
With a knight of ghosts and shadows,
I summoned am to Tourney:
Ten leagues beyond
The wide world's end
Methinks it is no journey.