And make the delicate lady Aspens shudder.
Though they may pout and frown,
I laugh their chiding down,
And kiss the coy Sea-Maidens in their caverns;
But I pull the Mermen’s hair
Until they swap and swear
And swill their rage off in the deep sea-taverns.
In ivied casements I
Make pattering minstrelsy,
And I rock the puffed Mavis in his dreaming.