Young Finty McGinty and beau Barney Deeley Were sat carving their names in the silver birch tree When from out of the clouds shot a sharp, shaft of light And young Finty McGinty did tremble with fright "Oh sweet girl child," cried Barney, "don't flee from my arms for I know none beside you can offer such charms, why when I was a lad in my why-yelledest dream I could picture no eye with so seering a gleam." But the wench, with a wrench, from her lover did start Clasping hands to her head, to her throat, to her heart "Don't you know what you've seen ? Don't you know what's exposed ? The rift cannot be healed, I feel sure I'm disposed to return not to Him nor to come back with you although by His good grace I did swear to be true." And with tears o'erflowing she feigned a dead swoon So poor dear Barney Deeley began a low croon : "Oh lost love of my life, what have you done to me for I did troth my sad soul solely unto thee ? Though your slumbers look gentle you are savage cruel But by God and the Devil I'll not be your fool !" Swift, unflinching he groped for his eager pen-knife And delivered a thrust set to end Finty's life Though he grabbed and he stabbed with a keen momentum Severed not was the maiden, her blood did not come Violent back he recoiled in disgust at his act And he sobbed out his anguish's remorseful pact : "Oh praise be to the Lord for preventing my crime and not plucking this bloom from the Earth in her prime. Tell me God, send a sign, show me what I must do, guide my penance, recompense, refresh me a-new." But the sky remained still and his love did not move And he learned of no way to his loyalty prove. "Finty dear, you're my lamb, please awake for me now." Barney sighed and he cried and he kissed her white brow 'til she stirred with a motion of quiescent charm Deeley purred with emotion cut short by alarm Then sent reeling, shocked, ashen, agape and aghast Barney Deeley, dumbstruck, blinked and winked at what passed For his girl she had vanished from under his nose The man span to the east and her misty wraith rose "When you called me your 'Angel' and swelled so with pride and then whispered up close that I should be your bride brutal mortal, unknowing, frames truth's epithet and now how will you live with the bitter regret ?" "Blessed Finty, don't leave me, don't say you are dead oh please offer me some explanation instead. My dark wrath was short-lived, sparked by duplicity now web-strangled am I by this complicity." "Doomed rash human you rushed where my sunny tread dreads ferocity's folly (w)hol(l)y butchered the threads for the "He" of my words was the "He" of "The Word" which the waste of your haste has so surely abjured. But darling beady B.D. you still have my thanks as I will not forget how you felt at my flanks your tempestuous stance assures me re-entry past the high gates of Heaven, the realm you don't see. Oh, a proud seraphim locked her sights on this plane so compulsive, impulsive, impassioned, insane - Longing, crazed, you shall bind me no longer, I'm gone but the afterglow's vibrant as ever it shone." Young Finty McGinty and beau Barney Deeley Last crossed palms and the Lord at the Tree of Jahweh Though he 'knows' her no more he will never know more Of the hallowing hollowing crowning care's core.