A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal

"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!
A 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
A 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
With rue 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!"

"A 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."