High in a tower like yours was but higherA beauty asleepAll ’round the tower a thicket of briarA hundred feet deepAgony, no frustration more keenWhen the one thing you wantIs a thing that you’ve not even seenI’ve found a casket entirely of glassNo, it’s unbreakableInside, don’t ask it, a maiden alasJust as unwakeableWhat unmistakeableAgony, is the way always hardShe has skin white as snowDid you learn her name, noThere’s a dwarf standing guardAgony such that princes must weepAlways in thrall ‘most to anything almostOr something asleepIf it were not for the thicketA thicket’s no trick, is it thickIt’s the thickestThe quickest is pick it apart with a stickYes but even one prick, it’s my thing about bloodWell it’s sickIt’s no sicker than your thing about dwarfsDwarvesDwarfsDwarves are very upsettingNot forgettingThe task’s unachievable, mountains unscalableIf it’s conceivable but unavailableAhAgony, misery, woe not to know what you missWhile they lie there for yearsAnd you cry on their biersWhat unbearable blissAgony that can cut like a knifeAh well, back to my wife