'Tis love which makes the elephant forget  'Tis love which makes the elephant forget  Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose  Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find  My mind at journey's end resumes command  To cast unshadowed doubt (one might suppose)  Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts unkown  Varied states of enduring discontent  Lead my mind and soul to mortal clatter  Lo thus, my heart ascends the royal throne  And like the thief woh borrows not, but takes  The lover who invokes a jealous rage  With vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in tone  Creates a trembling air, which ultimately quakes  Forgive me not for harboring roguish ways  Not for crude language from a brutal tongue  'tis love which makes the elephant forget  So guilty am I, myself, love shan't acquit