twine

Let me twine

Mine arms about that body […]

“Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine,”

The victor cried, “the glorious prize is mine! […]”

Usually some old crone was squatted on the earth floor, weaving cedar fibre or tatters of old cloth into a mat, her claw-like fingers twining in and out, in and out, among the strands that were fastened to a crude frame of sticks.

As rivers, though they bend and twine,

Still to the sea their course incline:

Many plants twine.

dancers twine midst cedar-fragrant glades

For where he turned his sword, or twined his steed,

He slew, or man and beast on earth down laid,

As lumpes of sugar loose themselues, and twine

Their subtile essence with the soul of wine.