Substance for substance may deny you your guerdon
Boldly desecrates you on the day of golden hills' mount
Sweetly chide you to conform to the sleekiest mists of heavenly moisture
Who's the dachshund,the beagle,mongrel,mutt, Airedale,pooch,poodle,basset, afghan ,as cannine ,aakita and bowwow to the victorian hills?
Who wields that dabhand, golden wizardry of a connoisseur to rocket the golden hills?
Of course patience from patientia
Fugitive from the marshland
Herein lives hereafter her wisdom of the folklores:
Hardly run against,aground, behind and above thy time "
That thou mayest call her thy patrimony
And relics thereafter heirloom of checkered antecedence
Wisdom of the tales , wisdom of the ages
As tender roses decay beauty cannot outlive beauty
Where sweet roses upon sweet roses not yet budded
Faded behind the grumpyism of morning clouds,
Who let so fairest rave benign decay where unfairest roses at barren rage
Gallantly boons over struts and lours of crimson wit
As patientlce and truth shall altogether outwit faded substance
If from her impenitence to sag wouldn't she convert with broken heart over this cavalier sod?
Otherwise her dead end is still truth
Where all beauties and substances bleed to grave at their graveyard
Upon her cringing shore lay still in stilted earth.
Do they not believe in stilted earth?
Where heavenly desiderata cannot meet with earthly desiderata?
Shall I compares every fair mound with unfair mound;
To bruise the conscience of the impatient and patient roses
At the macabres of zenith and acme of intergrity?
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