No God's favourite am I
in whose age-old love,
of wild hunches at midnight lease
my shipwrecked dreams,
of wayfarer's clime, a broccoli,
outspread in leaves of autumn
this world of e'ery skipped beat
my pulse tells no time,
from off so remote a place to hide
her stumbled feet like to the lark
at break of day arise,
against the setting sun in first frost
of falling winter snow!
while musing o'er the dale by the western isle,
of wrinkled lip in my spilt words
upon the sand dunes,
so fairly lost scope of days that are gone
in my bed of crimson joy,
heaven hath her golden bough in the tree;
of what the star in secret influence comment
under the bolt'd sky,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
the path that led me to rosemary garden,
pebbles and stones in the ocean sink
from out of the blues in still waters,
of e'ery departed look in the late evening;
rest content be oblivion of a host
such darling buds of may in summer's prime,
still wed to my thought of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown.
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