A Dead Irish Poets Opinion

I niver, I niver I na na no never Pretended to know so much I niver, I niver I na na no never Knew a such and a such I knew spirits of ladies Soft sweet and fair Will O' the Wispies With tangerine hair And you are a something I dare not to say A blight? An enigma? On a clear day? A witch O' the Word? Oh evil of God! Wrapped up in a woman? I niver I niver I na na no never Isn't she too odd?