If, asking me if I am on the mend,
You find me still in no —— frame;
Upon an —— lay all the blame;
And though it may not —— seem to mope,
I could not —— my pain to please the ——.
Than myself in my normal condition, nothing could be lighter or more airy. I am composed of six letters and four syllables. Deprived of my first two and transposed, I am the haunt of wild beasts; transposed, I am a human being more dangerous than a wild beast; transposed again, I am part of a fence; robbed of my last letter, and again transposed, I am a melody; or I am that noun without which there would be no such adjective as my WHOLE.