Stuck in a lamp-- with legs cramp, the humidity, "horribly damp," makes my skin sweat-- with fallen drops of fret. Stranded, alone, dismal misery shone, my lips whisper, "Moan." My eyes cry rue-- while my heart woo-- as I reflect tonight, "Rub my lamp right." Worried about my lot, "Am I a slave sought-- with rusted rot-- in this forsaken-- lamp of olden, whence days told then? Or would a wink steer-- a fisherman near?" In saltwater I sink, "A Mermaid's Wink.".