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 - (Fro my heart)
Cede I my words (wilt thou ne'er)
Have I been (be left without)
'Sooth sinsyne - (Come!)

I speer thine pine, - (Thine voice is oh so sweet)
Ryking for thee - (Ryking for me)
Wistful, whistful - («List and heed», thou say'st)
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 luréd by the scent of lote
'Od! - the f?tid - eft hie back I mote
For what I did - (How I wish)
My soul atrouncéd - (for thee again)
O! do believe me - (Will I give thee it:)
'Twasn't a frounce - (Troth.)

I speer thine pine, - (Thine voice is oh so sweet)
Ryking for thee - (Ryking for me)
Wistful, whistful - («List and heed», thou say'st)
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!