Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
I open wide and tight I shut, Sharp am I and paper-cut fingers too, so do take care, I'm good and bad, so best beware.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.