'Tis mystery sheathe me echoed the cave,
Wilt tame my brains to darkling?
Reverse, thy spell portion me bruise or lustre?
I've arted war to ivy way home dangling.

II
'Tis mystery sheathe me echoed the cave,
Wilt tame my brains to darkling?
Reverse, thy spell portion me bruise or lustre?
I've arted war to ivy way home dangling.