F?‚?©rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa?‚?§ade;
A serenade siren’d to lure — Zounds! not to court me?
A m?‚?¦nad, 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?
D?‚?¦dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh’d accolade —
Caus’d for all eyes maz?‚?©d to behold a m?‚??l?‚?©e;
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 ???‚¬? ther and ‘Nether art thou the peerless phœnix —
Prithee, darlingmost! — court me rather than the peevish prolix.
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?
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?