Selcouth Folly

Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside Her folly selcouth Binds her fast to her wanweird To speak ever sooth She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval Into fell Truth’s ghyll she will smiling fall Morrow’s dawnsun, rise! Drown in the throes of today! Sky dragons, melt away! Morrow’s dawnsun, drown! Rise in grief’s eternal day! Sky dragons, melt away!