The Hem Around Us
Hannah Alistair
You fiend, you friend, you confidant You hold me against my will I scurry and scant this hectic step You climb adrift this boorish racket This wire, this mane, this coronet You hold me against my will I rummage and sear this furious step You climb adrift this boorish racket You and me could ride this fleet You and me could drive the sea