Upon the raft of clouds I’de ride
Which unto Orra fly,
O’th Ravens I would borrow wings,
And all the feathered In-mates of the sky:
But wings alas are me denied,
The Stork and Swan their pinions will not lend,
There’s none who unto Orra brings,
Or will by that kind conduct me befriend.
Enough enough thou hast delaied
So many Summers daies,