This frost you stand in 

It draws on wobbled legs 

This sway is stabled 

I gnaw through your gate 

You sort what i bend 

You jar me for relief 

This canter is guided 

This room i pace 

You hurry wonder 

And fasten it in 

You idle my forfeit 

My dire you mend 

The uproar is cautious 

The error absent 

This order is frantic 

For the marvel you'll send