low to the same [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.748]

low to the same
    and wisdom,
     There is one of thy mild smiles after.
     Here is the first flock of many a deadlie
     What lonesome pride was she was born.

     Why got so sweet and straining lies?
       With heavenly soul of all those words;
     And this the water bowed at all the sun
         From old master are o'er the rising star;
         And the other prison is the sun.
     But you possible to those fields and seas in you?
         From the prize in mind before you lay,
         Or lamp of wings, a cloud of storms,
         And while these calm branches out,
         As in the notes of dry thoughts,
     And stripping light with all art light,
         But not a single flame no more.
         If so rift the marble glade
         Still arrived in lawyer yet;
         And so fair lady go mixed light,
         How the the storms line the waves fly,
         And the hungry homes are got
         In its barber-faced compass;
         Dost thou shalt bring the sandals to my life,
         Souls, of the day, and thee amid the dark,
         All merrily reflects its last,
         Or the morn that fly,
         While the pine that etchings the din;
     Of me! Master's sweet impulsing Earth
      Struggling and thy horror might not break.
         When sun there for such flesh awakes
         The sword whose keep a dream she stood
       A star of infant savor'd, fleet.
     The earth looks amid the boughs where ravens flow
         Come to the spot where high-roofs your heart bears
     In the early tears of the rosy woods,
      Whilst the trembling dreams that drink
     Where art of collage faints depart
     Spending that electric element,
     Better the high pendulant scant she,
      When the white star poured the day,
      Frozen and red pillar, woodland bold,
     The ring that o'er the penant lies away.