Yet my mouth waters still;
Out in the sun,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Longed but had no money:
But laughed in heart to feel the drip
Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
And all it promised me, Mary.
OLAYDAN
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Yet my mouth waters still;
Out in the sun,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Longed but had no money:
But laughed in heart to feel the drip
Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
And all it promised me, Mary.
OLAYDAN
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Our grapes fresh from the vine,