Parch’d of words, parch’d of lauds,
Lorn and tyned fro my wame —
‘Seech I more perforce indeed:
Lap I of thee: Thou art want.
With dulcet gust thine floret,
Which I yet would not do —
Pray I thee for thine avail —
Lave me in it; I want more!
For my loe, not be adust.
Come see as the wind: Chant —
I let thee come in —
Come see as the wind, Aoede.
As of lote — upon thee dote,
Lowing ’tis, true forsooth,
Tisn’t a tongue, nay merely mote,
Thou art grandly mae than couth’:
Eft and e’er doth it eke —
I am what I do behold.
For my loe, not be adust.
Come see as the wind: Chant —
I let thee come in —
Come see as the wind, Aoede.