Siren, my soulful one,
Steady your song.
Siren, my soulful one,
String me along.

Discordant the chimera that so long has chimed
In vast ports of grey where great mummers have mimed.
Here bumblers as blithely both seized the dun strings
As taut, chords of din, as untethered said wings.

Siren, my soulful one,
Steady your song.
Siren, my soulful one,
String me along.

Long angelic faces, these of anglers of souls
Have cast their dull hooks, quite indolent as drolls,
Whose lines have all lithely, enlivened with shame,
The laudable, artful lambasting of names.

Siren, my soulful one,
Steady your song.
Siren, my soulful one,
String me along.

As prophets and poets, all prune and preclude
The nimblest of notions, to shade and seclude.
Foreshadowing forests, in fermenting rhyme,
My one soulful siren, my arboreal clime.

Dawning, my hopeful one,
Soften your song.
Dawning, my dimming sun,
String me along.