Siren

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!