Lo! Michelle! Lo! you cry so well;
Tears of sorrow in your eyes do dwell;
Look not so upon the lofty heaven,
At nary a daybreak, at no dusky even;
After the call of the vicious wolf wailing,
When viscous dark falls, a full veiling,
Glimpse athwart the dark old forge,
And see me forge my darkled sword,
This sword shall free thee **FOREVERMORE!