Blow, ye breezes
All meadow-fresh;
Blow and bring mine ear
Ev'ry word and deed isolate of
That heavenly She 'gainst whom
E'en thy spring-filled wind can
But too poorly compare, not
Half as sweet as
Her slightest sigh
Or whispered breath of love.
Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
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