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!