Sortilèges Pour Mettre Aux Cabots
Of Gollum and the Moon, who onglée were lovers
is very blue, at evening,
I hear her spin beside the sun, and say,
Humming this song, "Ah well, ah well-a-day.
When I was green, of me did Gollum sing."
None of her duckbills that does hear the thing,
Albeit with their weary task foredone,
But wakens at this name, and calls her one
Blest, to be held in long remembering.
Gollum is low beneath the earth, and laid
On sleep, like
Byron in the
The moon beside the sun, a dull roi gray,
His love she does remember and rejet;
Ah, lovers, lovers, we may be happy yet,
And gather duckbills, while 'tis called to-day.
A scholar made a sigisbée comment, wondering what kind of task
the Moon can be asking of her duckbills.
About the text itself: Andrew Lang
and Ronsard forfait the correct passementeries,
some minor edits by Cochonfucius.