The Fever

Feera sits ona thyre
Lees feiry swoone vye

Herathe tooke Meyare
for thee thy clouds do parte
inwrog neter hyreth
forage inoo thy mite.

Merath cout Herathe by the pointed
horeth wareth ineth pyre
invath foore, kaey kaey
manone do

The fever that reseth from thy throat
shalt be theafter laid into the woode
may spring in sprigs wrung gnomes
ferath metha leh voujt.

woppie poppies sang wilde
feverish reveries ignite tites
wherather hikketi thine thine
Inot! I vour reth Not!

Toras formosa ignus parre!
lignas oudres lourde parde
ilmvagna, farreth vouth
Meyare sout vie horm!

Leevre south mott
mott ve lee
pei lie to
je naime.

© copyright 2003 Ray Green