Now the WORD WORD roars,
And the wolf WORD the moon;
Whilst the heavy WORD snores,
All with WORD task fordone.
Now the wasted WORD do glow,
Whilst the WORD-owl, WORD-ing loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a WORD.
Now it is the time of WORD
That the WORD, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his WORD,
In the WORD-way paths to WORD.
And we WORD, that do run
By the triple Hecate`s WORD
From the presence of the sun,
Following WORD like a dream,
Now are frolic. Not a WORD
Shall disturb this WORD house.