No a bud scuds 'thro repulsive drift now
With no bloom; no a reedy tune would glow-
Long a sigh, ending at done work must lift
Till the flow'd arms ask no a bar or shift;
Faining later on, or seeking fineness
Our bravery must awake to express:
Unsunk ship must sink into endeavour
Deep, until win, -and petty sweat's vapour,
And you, who care pudding ice would not grieve
Ten, or e'er-lasting green come by sheave;
Wherein, life's a shadow disperse worry
Full in sound, when demands swing round glory
What less? Our tenant new-year n'er would let
To excel dreams, those wander'd by sun-set
Clear, owning forth full a dream, hope; we do,
As unconscious and grimm'd as late not too
As sun suc'eds to sun as of glory
Succumb'd by new-year's words which bore 'Sorry'
Is there no jocund 'company who win?
There is no one laceless who must not sheen
In unvoid truth of mine; I shall care not
That a pensive mood, not unfairness lot;
Rather undearthness would prevail now, till
A gale's, onwards the world cheerfully fill
Sung half a seed-song, again, must glue, O!
Remembering wreath of the herd; fair know!
New-year, as if, e'er-widening, long dale
Bear of Mankind, wherefore it entitle
The dewy grasses, the long ahead road
And feet play on; 'tis a life-longing goad.



12/30/2016

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