I
Bleak Lilith haunts the night's dark streams
Disturbing sleepers with her own stark dreams.
II
Weep your tears good ladies, weep mothers, weep daughters
For your lovers are lost in the ocean's deep waters.
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Well, I'll be darn! I didn't think I'd encounter a schuttelreime on this site, let alone two of them. Excellent, Peter, spoonerisms and all. You may go to the head of the class along with Cento Poet.