The wind blasts aghast
having lost hope,what is snuggled?
nearer the heart comes the dear unbarren
and with a sudden chirp the sparrows
met the fete of my wanderings
the moor of the wild calls with the
sudden harbinger of the day was done
You return at the helm and in stead
goes the doom preserving us for
posterity.There could be no cold
shoulder to a king!