PEPE READ THIS

"My Frannie! Sweet dreamer! Lovely bride!
Say, may I be for aye your vassal blessed?
Thy beauty's shield, heart-shaped and vermeil dyed?
Ah, silver shrine, here will I take my rest
After so many hours of toil and quest,
A famished pilgrim, saved by miracle.
Though I have found, I will not rob thy nest
Saving of your sweet self; if you think well
To trust, fair Frannie, to no rude infidel.

"Hark! 'tis an elfin-storm from faery land,
Of haggard seeming, but a boon indeed:
Arise---arise! The morning is at hand;
The bloated sailors will never heed:
Let us away, my love, with happy speed;
There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see,
Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead:
Awake! Arise! My love, and fearless be,
For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Your truest love, Pepe"