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.