More in Rhiannon's Poetry
So feigned
O Dree
She strailed upon the mawkish mael
A flickling shrafe she saw
Of walsom bane and fanded bale
So feigned of nasling maw
"O dree" cried she with purvid grue
As nigh the rask drew near
To wence thyself of mossid dew
That carad dost thou fear
Yet to thine eye gael rask shall grow
'Til oe'r the emerald fee
A glisted light of mourn and lo
A wraikish jest of me
(Callooh Callay...and all that jazz
)
A flickling shrafe she saw
Of walsom bane and fanded bale
So feigned of nasling maw
"O dree" cried she with purvid grue
As nigh the rask drew near
To wence thyself of mossid dew
That carad dost thou fear
Yet to thine eye gael rask shall grow
'Til oe'r the emerald fee
A glisted light of mourn and lo
A wraikish jest of me
(Callooh Callay...and all that jazz
)
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