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

"Ye beholdest but the shadow. -- "That´s a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - -- Lief I´m not!
I deem - e´er & anon!" -- My words´re but a twist.
-- ´Tis a feignéd lie through
-- loathing, I say!"
"To & fro, save hither,
Is thy love."
-- "dotard gaffer, I daresay..."
"Not a loth! -
But vying for my kinsmen!"
-- "...a sapling not!"
"Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parchèd sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!"
-- "Wherefore call me such names;
-- Nay imp am I!
-- Thou art my aghast hart -
-- Grazing in the glade."
"E´er thou sayest aye! -- "That´s a lie! 
Thief of a plot! -- Lief I´m not! 
Now go to thy tryst -- My words´re but a twist!
Go, leave, totter! - -- Fare well! - with joy I came,
Till ye dwindlest. -- [bad word] I leave.
morsel, nay more, -- Even the orb can not
For thy journey -- Help me melt the ice?!"
Hither an thither!"