A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal Lyrics

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"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 is a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - Lief I am not!
I deem - e'er and anon!" My words are but a twist.
'Tis a feignéd lie through
loathing, I say!"
"To and fro, save hither,
Is thy love."
"A 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!
A 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!
"E'er thou sayest aye!
"That is a lie!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Thief of a plot!
Lief I am not!
Grazing in the glade."
Now go to thy tryst!
My words are but a twist!
Go, leave, totter! -
Fare well! - with joy I came,
Until ye dwindlest.
With rue I leave.
A morsel, nay more,
Even the orb cannot
For thy journey
Help me melt the ice?!"
Hither an thither!"

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"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 is a lie!  
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - Lief I am not!  
I deem - e'er and anon!" My words are but a twist.  
'Tis a feignéd lie through  
loathing, I say!"  
"To and fro, save hither,  
Is thy love."  
"A 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!  
A 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!  
"E'er thou sayest aye!  
"That is a lie!  
Thou art my aghast hart -  
Thief of a plot!  
Lief I am not!  
Grazing in the glade."  
Now go to thy tryst!  
My words are but a twist!  
Go, leave, totter! -  
Fare well! - with joy I came,  
Until ye dwindlest.  
With rue I leave.  
A morsel, nay more,  
Even the orb cannot  
For thy journey  
Help me melt the ice?!"  
Hither an thither!"

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