Where
oft
to sea
the wizard
in a
beautiful
lea-green
craft?
Why,
flying
down
the estuary,
with
his mate...
the
eight-limbed,
merry,
many-spined
and
some-time
quarry...
he
to fore
and
she
to aft...
cold winds
did blow
and
still...
they laughed
rowing,
blowing
mist'n'spray....
they howled
'til clouds
obscured
the
bay
You may,
perhaps,
have
heard
this rail,
when
settled in
with
ale-wife's tail.....
and wondered,
if 'tis
truth
or fiction...
(depends,
of course,
on
predilection....)
I'll bet
on
blue
half-penny
moon.....
I know...
I've heard
those
lovers
croon....! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........