A desire so deep; a cliff too steep,
A vision not spoke in the night when I woke

If only I'd known, I wasn't alone,
in this small simple though, my tongue'd be caught
in the clench of my jaw, and put halt to the paw,

And the flight of the disc would be put at great risk,
by the bank of the brook, with the strength that it took,
to keep one's word, and doubt what I heard.

Though I know not to vie, for soon I shall lie

Under the glow of The Moon.