Lidless hours alight your load,
Breathe kin how dainty your foe,
Cool as is a touch by broken bow,
How drooping a mast by weeping wave,
Nor spell I name soothed his heart,
By night is slept whilst none is slept,
Looked upon an ageing drink cool was eye,
Was hot and solemn the moon spelt,
It took hours till sands swept by,
Then all came cool as all tales fared well.