Tyrant Love
by Edward MacDowell

Where e’er Love be,
Tyrant he,
Without merci;
Plead as thou may,
Ah me!
He ne’er thy tears will see,
Ah me! Ah me!
Light wings hath he
As any bee
Let not him free,
For he alone,
Ah me!
He alone
Can rule the kingdom he
Hath won,
Ah me!
Where e’er Love be,
Tyrant he,
Without merci,
But hold him close, ma mie,
As bishop to his see,
For me, for me!