Wherein we solve the mystery of Lorick #16:

I’m a day born of sunshine and bloom,

Of fertility following gloom.

But somehow my story

Got tangled in glory,

Of a revenant ris’n from a tomb.

And unveil Lorick #17

I'm a satire once biting and wise

now by yahoos reduced, bowdlerized

to a tale of a giant,

and wee folk defiant,

my allegorical eggs- pasteurized