Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Æther to Nether,

Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -

Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine,

The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen.

Drat this creature of memories ill,

Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell.



'Vaunt! - Devil tyne -

Wadst thou wane fore'ermae;

Daunt - sinsyne thence,

Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?



Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie -

Alas dastard! - hanging by the noose die.



'Vaunt! - Devil tyne -

Wadst thou wane fore'ermae;

Daunt - sinsyne thence,

Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?



'Come not wont to this uncouth Devil!,

Lest to a Devil thou wilt translate...my Angel.



'Vaunt! - Devil tyne -

Wadst thou wane fore'ermae;

Daunt - sinsyne thence,

Ta'en as a dint, Angélique