Lorelei

Faerie dearest was it loe soothfast or a facade

A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds not to court me

A maenad 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

Daedally dist thou perform the tragic pasquinade

For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade

Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a melee

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 Aether and Nether art thou peerless phoenix

Prithee darlingmost court me rather than the peevish prolix