"Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
 Sun on high - birds in sky.
 Yonder the whist firth eathing,
 Fro where a gale erranteth."

 "Ye beholdest but the shadow.
 Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
 I deep - e'er and anon!"

 "To and fro, save hither,
 Is thy love."

 "Not a loth! -
 But vying for my kinsmen!"

 "Beautiful tyrant!
 Fiend Angelica!
 Dove-feathered raven!
 Woluish-ravening lamb!
 hamlet for a slothful vassal -
 Soothing ale for a parched sot.
 Hie to tell me
 What ye judgest as naught
 I behold the shadow!"

 "E'er thou sayest aye!
 Thief of a plot!
 Now go to thy tryst!
 Go, leave, totter! -
 Until ye dwindlest.
 morsel, nay more,
 For thy journey
 Hither and thither!"

 "That is a lie!
 Lief I am not!
 My words are but a twist
 Fare well! - with jiy I came,
 [bad word] I leave.
 Even the orb cannot.
 Help me melt the ice?"

 "That is a lie!
 Lief I am not!
 My words are but a twist
 Tis a feigned lie through loathing,
 I say!"

 "dotard gaffer, I daresay..."

 "...a sapling not!"

 "Wherefore call me such names;
 Nay imp am I!
 Thou art my aghast hart -
 Gazing in the glade."