My lullaby the warder's tread,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Cross-grained, uncivil;
With the first glazing rime,
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
Clutched her hair:
But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste:
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
In her gay prime,
Laura most like a leaping flame.
My lullaby the warder's tread,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Cross-grained, uncivil;
With the first glazing rime,
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
Clutched her hair:
But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste:
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
In her gay prime,
Laura most like a leaping flame.