theatre of tragedy - to these words i beheld no tongue lyrics

whether the throned monarch weareth the crown,
which i know not whether to his belongeth;
doth he hence the sceptre sway?
seasoneth he justice? -
daresay i he doth not,
will he then use his sceptre as a wand? -
where doth sit my awe? - trieth me conjure;
perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? -
is the gentle rain a quality of his? -
i bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this,
i beheld to these words no tongue; are the
monarch's men his thralls or his servants? -
oft i waylay my tongue -
those of which are withal by my gnarled heart not heed'd;
or doth the throstle sing with more glee
at daybreak than than a twilight? -
brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement -
crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is;
that undiscover'd country; be that
of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy;
tread not paths of new when those of old are
far by an only single footstep; walk, be it
on the left, on the right - be it the one which
straight forward leadeth; the one of correct
i have as until now not heed'd any signs of!