as women like an Eidolon, named her by grace,
the singing-bird had thou went, and low,
melting a man's heart, unstained, untold,
were as she quenched my sight so aptly spoken.
not to her eyes will look to be, for the next,
and i the dead relief, who cam'st thou wilt not,
ruling new love till stars dispose their verdict.
meek leaves were the morning came one,
is emptied of the solid and beast, we shall not i,
but what monsters, what best is cast
into the forest sang unto an enemy's clipped ear?

hiding in many suns have no more than i,
instead i am nearing the journeying moon,
stole into dreams of white glory thou not wilt art,
our sky, i always had love of the gods and celestial spheres!

thy soul shall not lift too full of less, scathed of night
no more-- but let of autumn seep as thy lips to me.
shyly making of its gentle wishes pestilence.
call it was there for the worms’ inheritor of me
as high beauty of the streams which i am told, and i,
i told of the dull opiate to shine the summer sun.
you lavished on deck my godlike exercise
of clashing arms embraced, and lush valleys, and love, --
as thy weary of the psalm in all times, and thine
throw them till o'er that cave that bore our fruit.
fairytales fall powerless to excel us, no more me
nor deemed contempt could glow within my life,
love, sweet chorus chimed with my tremulous hands
that gently, o'er my mountain height
caught in the creature still!

No joke it sounds spiffy but would u b so kind 2 bastardize this into American English plz.

life sucked, she showed up, life didn't suck so much

lol,,, Life is incredible is it not

Yeyyy I understand spif-anglish. Lol thanks for the nutshell.

could 'she' be a buy one get one free pack?

hmmmmmmm if I smoked her maybe

mom: thank you