Haste Not Thine Wisdom, For The Hollow Is Ta'en -

By Whom, Know I Not; 'lack! Am I Of Twain -

And As A Crux - Cede I My Words -

Fro My Heart Wilt Thou Ne'er

Have I Been 'sooth Sinsyne.

Be Left Without - Come!



Thine Voice Is Oh So Sweet, I Speer Thine Pine,

Ryking For Me:

Ryking For Thee;

"List And Heed", Thou Say'st

Wistful, Whistful -

Chancing To Lure.

Chancing To Lure,

Skirl And Skreigh, But For Thine Ears, Aye, Lown 'tis -

Dodge Na 'way Herefro, Do Come Here In Eath!



Mayhap Lured By The Scent Of Lote -

'Od! - The Foetid - Eft Hie Back I Mote;

For What I Did My Soul Atrounced,

How I Wish For Thee Again,

O! Do Believe Me, 'twasn't A Frounce.

Will I Give Thee It: Troth.



Thine Voice Is Oh So Sweet, I Speer Thine Pine,

Ryking For Me:

Ryking For Thee;

"List And Heed", Thou Say'st

Wistful, Whistful -

Chancing To Lure.

Chancing To Lure,

Skirl And Skreigh, But For Thine Ears, Aye, Lown 'tis -

Dodge Na 'way Herefro, Do Come Here In Eath!