The Sprite’s Tune

The nymph of tomorrow
Portends sorrow,
While the sprite of today
Sounds a doleful lay
On her violin
Of sin.

Round the budding rose
The satyr goes,
Listening to music sad
That will drive him mad.

the sprites continue to play.
There music divine
Does say
“Drink of my wine
And in caverns hidden
We will spend our day”.

The satyr doth long
For wine more strong
Than any taken
He tastes, and is left forsaken
And forever craving more.


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