For the newts and the tadpoles at their play

Laugh at the rain-elf’s tear-wet pillow;

Laugh that her lover has fled away.

Little care they for elf or willow.

They flash their tails to a mocking cry⁠—

“Slowworm of Lenty, prophesy!”

For the newts and the tadpoles at their play Laugh at the rain-elf’s tear-wet pillow; Laugh that her lover has fled away. Little care they for elf or willow. They flash their tails to a mocking cry⁠— “Slowworm of Lenty, prophesy!”