Rend from another's howls
Taken back
But hear no how
Upon rivers wide she'd land
Given him from foreign sand
To tales before broken doors
Or sounding ran Forrest poor
I'll remove handling from as tall

Taking home whatever's yelling banned

As soon as we come back in
With a word taken back
But hear no how

As little lept in and under
Before the well recouped
Quandary did play
Accustomed suitor in sand
Filthed run, saddening sun
Grow yonder forbidden garden