«Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky
Yonder the whist firth eathing
Fro where a gale erranteth.»

«Ye beholdest but the shadow
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight - I deem -
E'er and anon!»

«That is a lie!
Lief I am not!
My words are but a twist

’Tis a feignéd lie through loathing, I say!
A dotard gaffer, I daresay...
...a sapling not!»

«To and fro, save hither, is thy love
Not a loth, but vying for my kinsmen

Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!
Dove-featheréd raven! Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parched sot
Hie to tell me what ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!»
«Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grassing in the glade.»

«E'er thou sayest aye!
Thief of a plot!
Now go to thy tryst!
Go, leave, totter! -
Until ye dwindlest
A morsel, nay more
For thy journey
Hither and thither!»

«That is a lie!
Lief I am not!
My words are but a twist
Fare well! - with joy I came
With rue I leave
Even the orb cannot
Help me melt the ice?!
Cannot help me melt the ice?!
Cannot help me melt the ice?!»