"Behold a jocund morn indeed! -

Sun on high - birds in sky.

Yonder the whist eathing,

Fro where a gale erranteth."



"Ye beholdest but the shadow. -- "That is a lie!

Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - -- Lief I am not!

I deem - e'er and anon!" -- My words are but a twist.

-- 'Tis a feignéd lie through

-- loathing, I say!"

"To and fro, save hither,

Is thy love."

-- "A dotard gaffer, I daresay..."

"Not a loth! -

But vying for my kinsmen!"

-- "...a sapling not!"

"Beautiful tyrant!

Fiend angelical!

Dove-feathered raven!

Wolvish-ravening lamb!

A hamlet for a slothful vassal -

Soothing ale for a parchèd sot.

Hie to tell me

What ye judgest as naught;

I behold the shadow!"

-- "Wherefore call me such names;

-- Nay imp am I!

"E'er thou sayest aye! -- "That is a lie! -- Thou art my aghast hart -

Thief of a plot! -- Lief I am not! -- Grazing in the glade."

Now go to thy tryst -- My words are but a twist!

Go, leave, totter! - -- Fare well! - with joy I came,

Until ye dwindlest. -- With rue I leave.

A morsel, nay more, -- Even the orb cannot

For thy journey -- Help me melt the ice?!"

Hither an thither!"