Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Æther to Nether, 
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather - 
Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine, 
The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen. 
Drat this creature of memories ill, 
Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell. 

'Vaunt! - Devil tyne - 
Wadst thou wane fore'ermae; 
Daunt - sinsyne thence, 
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique? 

Perforce and grinningly shall I maim in the vie - 
Alas dastard! - hanging by the noose die. 

'Vaunt! - Devil tyne - 
Wadst thou wane fore'ermae; 
Daunt - sinsyne thence, 
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique? 

 [bad word] not wont to this uncouth Devil!, 
Lest to a Devil thou wilt translate...my Angel. 

'Vaunt! - Devil tyne - 
Wadst thou wane fore'ermae; 
Daunt - sinsyne thence, 
Ta'en as a dint, Angélique?