Rondel-Devious In My Feeble Step

Devious in my feeble step... seeking some pure, fresh air and lay under a shady, tall fir with strong desire on my lip. My forehead continues to drip, not finding any soothing lair; devious in my feeble step... seeking some fresh, pure air. God! halt the desperado's grip... if he acts in fierce dispair, resorting to the wildest temper with his voice lashing like a whip! Devious in my feeble step... seeking some pure, fresh air.