Hap mirthfulness! Oh! joy of grand riddance
Undress me my hauberk! the wyern hath errant'd

Ire of yore, bard of e'eryears
I deem the brood hath wan'd
fore'ermore?!

Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back
Hark! my dove, henceforth I bulwark thee!
Teathers of swans in my pillow, I cede my heart
Make haste! I pray, respond my plea!

Lo! a sire of great awe, a knight of many battles!

...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
Please! heed my words
In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears
In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand
The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor
And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely!

On his knees... A plea to harvest roses
No heed for the thorns you count!
Wherefore vow me?
Wherefor this gilded proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid more fair?
Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt weed!
Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! man nor beast, envy me
Lest'tis an act of wont!
Many are the drapes that my past bury
Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!

Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!!
I bethink dotingly only thy weal
Forgive me for deeming thee direfully
Therein abdiding with thee
Yet I was a trifle daunt'd
Is for me the grandest boon!

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