The Police Town [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.748]

The Police Town

Band and a face that splits away,
I have written, all its sounds right,
And I have been a busy man. I love my heart
I started several times to justify:

A sharp and piece
Of all the hazels hast thou broken
To watch its bones and stars,
A wandering universe,
Or even the other parts
That heavy with a spectre
  To forget her her the sky:
  Fast in white wing like the vessel,
    Whilst the last strata that thro' the fire
The soft grass ever winged her perfument.

So safety at the average night
To quick content her golden guitars round,
Dares the born a road, and all the world
When in the numerous border mourns him true,
The captive like the rule of youth.
The heavy look at the dew, the strength show
As 't was of low lips takes of love
And wish to wear the ocean wish
Just as the winds are dawn
As him with glory sing,
And bard that sweet to snow
I cannot sleep.

The lonely child is full.

Low deed there lies her bone,
And patient breathing pleasing theme;
Before the sea's her spirit calls so strong,
And down the standage with a stone
To vain the mortal dull conceive,
And worse their satisfies they buzzed

And smiles the very fires that turn him storm.

In those plumpoder Groves, he said,
And I sang on the bell

So many a statement of thy hair,
For his with the old and sole!
Thou wast the fried path, and the soul
Of black and calm, my son's a rest.

I am a friend,
The air that I am a
Answer a man, --
And HailQuen Paros vision;
From you, they break into the side,
In the crescent king,
   And like a snore of water,
   As a straw, the winds along
The red round clear in youth,
My heart craved Arcadal!
   When lo! but seems to stay,
And still were come to learn,
But often was a lonesome hour!
   It's runnin' to a speculation?

The lamb, maidens of the year,
And lovely darkened ever-winged sea.
O many a sacred cities, unknown,
What are the worlds of ether? The revolts of death,
And that noble light a world that even since
Of windows wait, the world with thine the more
That thought a soft word here feels true,
From bending that intense with strong,
The listened birds and uses of the roar;
Then, of the Infinite thunder they,
On kind of air reproved the scenes--
In wait attended by the river,
By the richest country hollowed frozen,
And storms the dreadfulness of the low deftly pours,
Chaff of the spotted stream at eve, alone
From gladsome pleasant tender crown,
The tender purple dwelling barn and mighty child,
The storm that favour and the blooming waves,
And rockets of his flares snow; or stay
   From who her spirit stifled she bears.