Twas never at all we boldly hold, Do hands not thumble whence they fold, Shadows of forgotton ways stream mt wall This cave of our emotion hold no motion small, A yellow hat,,!and a tooth-pick comb a rabid dog without a bone, So no rays of light for thee For two blind mice will not make three, Take my sword its for your keep Nightmares scatter to daytimes sleep, Was not all we were told That i truely fail to hold...!.!