Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm   That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done   While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows in the flames will grow   Till things we've never seen will seem familiar      Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm   In Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago   Here beside him stands a man, a soldier by the looks of him   Who came through many fights, who lost in love      While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks   And suddenly flies open and a girl is standing there   Eyes alight with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair   Takes her fan and throws it to the lion's den      Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell   I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance   Soldier gave at least a try, soldier being much too wise   Strategy was his strength and not disaster      The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him   That's how it stands today, you decide if he was wise   The story teller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice   His job is to shed light and not to master, not to master