No given thought
from one so young
of double speak
or triple tongue

I cradle thee
within my boughs
ignorant of
thy whats and hows

Jednom slomljena
ce jour, repare!
mia mente, la vuoto,
verloren geht, und wie!

'Twas scattered 'bout
now gathered glued
so yugen read
this thought subdued

if now a mess
no more to rhyme
you should have seen
this,
       aforetime