Cheerful Dirge

Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! Joy of grand riddance
Undress me my hauberk! - the wyern hath errant'd.

Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears
I deem the brood hath wan'd
Fore'ermore?!

Fro the chasm of the bosom, bale a hand back
Hark! My dove - henceforth I bulwark thee!
Teathers of swans in my pillow - I cede my heart
Make haste! - I pray - respond my plea!

Lo! - a sire of great awe - a knight of
Many battles!

...And of kinsmen weeping for the slain!
Please! - heed my words
In thy sorrow I will kiss thy tears
In thy bliss I will take thee by thy hand
The sapor of grapes thou shalt savor
And harken the nighttingale sing oh so blithely!

On his knees... A plea to harvest
Roses
No heed for the thorns you count!
Wherefore vow me?
Wherefor this gilded proffer?
Wherefore not pay court to a maid more
Fair?
Morn of a joyous day! Hower 'twixt
Weed!
Fertile desert! Cheerful dirge!
Misery me not! - man nor beast; envy me
Lest'tis an act of wont!
Many are the drapes that my past bury
Ineffable feeling indulgeth in battles!

Tisn't what thou vambrace'st thy words with!
I bethink dotingly only thy weal
Forgive me for deeming thee direfully
Therein abdiding with thee
Yet I was a trifle daunt'd
Is for me the grandest boon!