Ye PAST WAS FUTURE WHEN HE DID SPY

              A HUGE AND MUFFING ROAGE

Ye STROA'TH SEEN WITH HIS BACKWARD EYE

              UPON A FERNING GROVE

AND WHEN DID HE A CRUFFLING MAKES

              IN Ye LOWER DRYFUL LEAVES

Ye STROA'TH UPTHRUST ITS NITHY CRAKES

              AND BLAFOOLED IN LOUDEST HEAVES

HE RAN BY TWELVE AND TWELVE AGAIN

              WIT STROA'TH ON DRANKEN BOOSE

AND MADE A FRAGUS AS HE WENT

              AS Ye MARTHING STROA'TH UNLOOSED

AND WENCE AT LAST HE FURMBLED HOME

              HE FOUND TO HIS FORLORE

HIS KIN AND KITH A MARGLED WRECK

              WITH BREATHS WITHIN NO MORE