The mockery tale of a solace raised in a verse;
Each dreamful sunrise and the shadowy sunset,
Like the pillars of time to mark progress not there
And the past glories long praised still within rest.
Serve inspiration the less as itself confounded!
For a thought brought in rhapsody' best tricking the faculty,
Is but tomorrow a wailful song to doom the heart stabbed
And shine fresh sorrows amid others subdued.
Admire the grace of peaceful and long streets;
Where speech impediments and deformities go free,
Then censure and contempt shall dwindle to nothingness
Inviting forth bliss contended to rise evocative.
The mockery tale of a solace pitiful
The very word like a charm to despair fall.
