Lorelei

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds! not to court me? A menad, 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? Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlee 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 the peerless phoenix Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix