Selcouth Folly

Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride
A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside
Her folly selcouth
Binds her  fast to her wanweird
To speak ever sooth
She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval
Into fell Truth’s ghyll she will smiling fall

 

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