Alack, but a fleeting phantasm, Mine own kin, vex, for it nor sound a merry lay
Hark, what fortune! An autistic soul did tame the lesser beast, no vexation found, but joy's acclaim
Hark, I commend thee! Hence, fellows, disburse thy coin! A multitude doth wend their way, And dwellings brim with mirth and joy
Alack, but a fleeting phantasm, Mine own kin, vex, for it nor sound a merry lay
Mine own health doth seek a taper's light, My quest did hold all thought within its might, That beast, it hath not journeyed back afar, From whence it sprung, beyond yon guiding star







