IV.

Came the vremblers,
Touch, touch...

Twermorrow were 
Wherein Yomber aloofly lunchered,
- Touch! -
Ginched in the rain,
 and freddling Fred,


(Lucky Fred.)

Where the rimbles tunked but, O, Yomber
Freenchling of the Ceephouse,
Crumbed in his dry swert.

Too-

-uch.