When in the eternal lines of lusty spring provocative:
Waking drowsy flowers with the pattering sheen
And nature`s grandeur reviving in sweet array to full throttle;
I see beauty`s form quivering in the fine thread of the sun.
Beauty be then in nature unsurpassed cordially harmonized
With the leafing-blossoming-mellowing all adopting height;
Then threads human passion juxtaposed with emotion flattered
By the beholder with skill`d tongue deceiving a charge trust.
O!Love most brittle o`r vast incessant headache;
Recurring in lost milding in gain,an akin twofold incised on us.
Young hearts do delve charm-bound in blissful state
Nor pine a repining pine of beauty`s ignorant ear seldom gives.
Abject recording this verse broken within
I pine beauty the less fearing a repetition.
