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- Færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;
- A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
- A mænad, yet the sweetest colleen -
- Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
- Lorelei,
- A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
- Yet who the hell was I to dare?
- Lorelei,
- Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
- Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
- Dædally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
- For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
- Caus'd for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée;
- In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
- The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
- Bellow´d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
- Lorelei,
- A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
- Yet who the hell was I to dare?
- Lorelei,
- Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
- Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
- Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
- Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
- 'Tween Æther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phœnix -
- Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix
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