  Crafty Chieftain, where you lie You can see the clouds drift by, Waiting in the dusky fern For your enemy's return. Does the beauty of that place Never tell you of my face, I, you left, to plot and plan For the ending of a man?— You had better sought my aid, I have met him unafraid, We have wandered all alone Underneath a yellow moon. We have found the end of strife Is the waking up to life— Therefore you, who forced my vow, Take my all of wisdom now. Love has taught me but one truth— Love is merry, love is youth, We be children, he and I. Where is your sagacity? |
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