Why do they spurn my advances?
Did I come on too strong?
But - I'm overwhelmed by Love
Indelible as Song

Why can't they just try me?
And dabble in my heart
But they think it's not to their taste
And so we stand apart

O, if I could hold thee
In the depths of night
I'd forbid myself another joy
For you are eternal delight

Rejoice! Rejoice! For the bardic voice
Is born again in innocent infant souls
The magical ludic spirit does entice
Their stainless minds, rapt in thrall
From whence does this purest passion come
Its origin is unaccounted for
But it's magic music they happy hum
And to cynical, jaded souls implore
     O, the babes of the world rejoice
     I love to hear their tender voice

What is there left of Nature in the West?
The bricks enclose the Wild, the trees are caged,
Once raged fierce 'gainst sky by ruby blessed,
Splendour of her fire walls subdued,
The maps, the ships, the plan turn ever East,
Inaugurate the modern Pharaohs cruel,
Rejoice in the visage of fabled Beast,
Deceive the mass while usher in His rule.

Betwixt the trees, phantom looms
Snares with pipe, my spirit blooms
Beckoning with divine embrace
A beacon of exalted grace
To and fro her spirit glides
Comes inside, two lights collide
We digress with dancing feet
Two sure and kindred spirits meet
Embarking on magic ride

How could I be enamoured of doubt
Now we've met I am devout
Devotee of thy myriad blisses
Thy sweet and succulent tender kisses
Borne aloft on divine zephyr
That effuses from otherworldly ether
Swept up in a hurricane
That rolls and waves across the plane
Of one reality to another

You stoke and kindle my spiritual lust
In your form and truth I trust
Bathed in your fulsome luscious beauty
You are my wandering spirit's entreaty
Towards new day we meandering go
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
I'm walking with more spirit on
No longer wicked, wan or lovelorn
My surest soul self shows

I loved with heart only my self:
My woe stopped not, I'm in bad health.
I loved with heart all of creation:
It ended my heart's trepidation.

And I sewed my Heart in soils,
Of Love, which with the Earth embroils,
And I fed it with the blistering sun,
Of Truth, through which cosmic fires run.

For months and years my Heart gestate,
Till in Love's truth it ruminate,
When I awoke I was glad to see,
Harmony, my hippie tree.

There's Witchcraft - in the Evening
As chariot - of Moon
Races to throne - celestial stone
That makes the poets swoon
Casting strange phantasms
Cross the dark - dreamy sands
As if the sky's enchanted
By Magician's wanton wand
We renounce rusty Realism
To bathe - dwell in Sky
Obeisant to Soul's debauchery
In which our spirits fly
    O magic, deep explosive power
    Blossoming like exquisite flower

O treasure, how sweet and sharp thy shine
Your place is in the heart divine
Where faith and fire dwell aside
With a Love that's deep and pure and wide
Akimbo to the sun I fathom Love
And hear aura which rings around, above

O treasure, thou have no price
Your burgeoning bounty is suffice
To stoke the soul to do its work
And on its true vocation embark
Veering towards heavenly destination
Where the human heart is in gestation

An ethereal vision that visited me
Flew in to perspective from the rift
Upon the light of starry beams
A faerie queen began to drift
She spoke in tongues I did not recognize
They rung in tones of sonorous woe
Behind her cosmic fires undulated
Stars twinkling like celestial snow
A rainbow could not dim her eyes
No nightingale her soul
I sit enwrapt, enchanted
By her sombre siren call
Shrouded by an aura
She danced sprightly as a fawn
But then she winked and disappeared
The magic mood was gone

With troubled gait I, forlorn, went
To forests to hear message from spirits sent
Their music near imperceptible
My sullied spirit irascible
For its sad and slow descent

I had the vision of my self
Saw it in bad and woeful health
A death was creeping up in stealth
To send me to place of Love's dearth

The books have less wisdom than the earth
Which nurtures us the breadth of its girth
The homilies of hell have no worth
I gestate my soul awaiting rebirth
To arise from spiritual death

X

O people, o people, my feet may be wet,
But my heart is warm and bright like the sun,
Besides my vision, is of divinest precision,
From whence my salvation's effusion.

But if in society they'd accept that we see,
And not proscribe our divinity to lunacy,
We'd run, with the sun, having fun, all at one,
A march with our brothers and sisters begun.

Then the tyrant might cower and the cruel priest retire,
Scared by our soul's revolutionary fire,
Angels will rub their heads and wake from their beds,
Realising their children had only slumbered, not fled.

So is it right to deny us a drink and a smoke?
For who in the cold would turn down a ****?
We need warmth in the absence of comforts and flame,
To dwell in God's love, not society's shame

It’s true you are:- by God made you are
A sterling star to shame a void
Alight all worlds as wander far
Beauty ne’er destroyed
As poets sight thy soaring light
Beget bars and sweet alms for thee
Like Love so bright in eternal delight
Hath all hearts churning seismically
A light create to bless all souls
And those by strife pursued
Cloaking of thy light the mind appalls
But in eternity all light renewed
Peace in hearts thy spark create
In life, in death, a spark insatiate

I talk to thee in viviacious verses
About how bonny, beautiful you are
Because your sparkling spirit nurses
My own from wide and afar
Your true Heart's bliss consists in joy
Seeing it in evolve in others
Diminishing the evil alloyed
To our spiritual siblings, kindred brothers
Shakespeare in love tells all the world
What he sees inside it's hearkening heart
When all the world's a stage
Love will strike down fear and get to play its part
    O Love, let me be the tender voice
    That lets the babes of the world rejoice

Doing cosmic dance and singing cosmic song
The messenger transcends the distracting throng
That deceives the soul and self of worth
But Love will be found even in Love's dearth
We'll find out who told us the world wrong

The cosmic dance will touch everyone
And get them back in the groove of fun
Have them all dancing under sun
Enjoying the fresh, wild path begun

A tapestry of joyousness spun
The future wrestled from an evil fate and won
Together we will do the dance
Enamoured of a wholesome trance
That enlivens everyone

from distant shores the truth goes bold
upon the ancient winds
revealing itself in strangest truths
to open, seeing minds
the truest vision of the world
ripples across fiery view
the bluest feeling unfurled
when i realise what is true
i am a ***** woman
powerful and wise
but my lustiness has been my downfall
i have to surmise
the inward condition of my soul
revealed itself to me
its poverty the mind appals
it really really scares me
but i think i might survive
but then again i might not
but at least i've seen all as it is
from my turbulent, troubled cot
i wish i could be married
to one who indulges the feminine divine
but maybe that beautiful destiny
is not to be mine

"Rapture" is what we feel -
The Bliss - the sheer cascade -
Love - eclipse - the sorrow -
Lo - the soul's abade -
"Rapture" is all we hear -
The Beatitude - the Hymn -
Wherein Passion's kingdom -
Lo - a dwelling solemn -
"Rapture" is all we know -
Instinct - surpass - Reason -
Her art suffice to save the soul -
From Devil's liaison.

I watched the Lord upon the cross,
Until he ceased to breathe,
He stopped - like strangled albatross,
With fledglings to bereave.

I peeped - at first, in horror -
The people's prophet nailed,
To the Emperor's wood masonry,
A craft for which his father - hailed -

Then I peered at greater length,
Though wanting to relent,
I cannot deny the sight of pain,
Beget so I can repent.

A sight sublime - yet awful,
Suffice to inspire hymns,
The people's prophet - crucified,
To indulge a tyrant's whims.

Yet towards his prosecutors, kind
So loving and forgiving,
Against that Truth - no armory
In it, Lord ever living.

Love will be found, even in love's dearth,
No truth more plentiful and abundant,
For Love warms my heart the breadth of its girth,
And warms me with her truth, resplendent,
Love is dove, she's peace and fire,
A raggedy ribbon on the breeze,
On golden wings she aspires,
Like one of nature's dutiful bees,
Love is a butterfly, fragile, soft,
Painted with pallet got from dream,
On sublime wings borne aloft,
Her aura vivid and supreme,
I welcome Love, her divine zephyr,
That flutters, beckons out to me
That warms me with other worldly ether,
And makes me sail on sunny seas.

Love is no crime, a truth known to all,
For she does not discriminate,
Love's dearth the righteous mind appals,
Should in that truth we ruminate,
Those who know not doubt Love's truth,
The shallowest of all denial,
A kind of beauty rare, forsooth,
Dost yet withstand a cynic's trial,
They cannot dream of sullying her flame,
With their inferior hand and magic,
With treacherous tale and treacherous game,
And crass, perverted logic,
Her truth will ring out, proud and loud,
Across the flowering universe,
Our Hearts clad in divinest shroud,
I communicate its joys in verse.

Harping on an ancient lyre
The angel, yielding divine fire
Shrouds a slumbering Earth in song
Her rhapsody rings around, along
Notes billowing like claps of thunder
It really is a thing of wonder
To be pacified by those soothing sounds
That calm the Earth from sky to ground
Her majestic music kisses my cheek
Causes a fluttering in my spirit meek
In her care I am a child
To music dancing, going wild

When we were oblivious, Love blossomed
And it blossomed in full spectrum
For waiting so idly for the flowers
We didn’t know to expect them!

There is one of Love’s petals in my hand
A petal of gleaming amethyst
When Love inside me goes abloom
I cannot care to desist

The flower of our  Love is perennial
But the buds are fresh and new
And dear they are a little brighter
For having been brought to life by you

to you my head
a tulip, bends
its' rolling tongue

in odd directions
where light wends,
akimbo to the sun

to you my heart,
a bulbous bud,
swills the sunlight shards

of love,
splintering the petal tongue
which longs to learn its beau regard

to you my bones
a scaffolding,
buttresses a staunch shell

inside we'll move
in lazy arcs
and dance ethereal

I found my safest, sagest guide
When once my sorry soul had died
There was nothing of it left
Of life it was savagely bereft
But ending my soul’s stark December
She kindled, fanned and stoked the embers
That burned at the bottom of my sad soul’s pyre
Her forcefulness sparked and spread the fire
Warming me throughout my core
I didn't feel dead any more
My lucky life now filled with jest
And I tackle it with zeal and zest
I have grown quite amorous, fond
Of our special, divine bond
Electric, it kindles in my heart
And lives once more again in art

To the divine spark in you,
I steep my hands and bow,
Blessed fires run through you,
And give you magic glow,
All souls unite in divinity,
Unsullied by the world,
Mercy, pity, peace, a trinity,
In which affection swirled,
The world is one constituency,
Love knows no church or nation,
But Evil in his regency,
Demands that care have ration,
But love wins, it conquers all,
With tyranny it multiples,
Our world cannot fail to be touched,
By hearts so strong and of our size,
Mouths will open, hearts will see,
We will speak, we will be free,
Living one, at unity,
Embed in Earth's community.

Come back to me my love and only love
Find sanctuary in my heart's golden grove
Which boasts a pasture tended to by passion
An immortal light, which triumphs over fashion
In Love what's Heaven's, God's is surely ours
A knowledge that nourishes, begs to be devoured
Come back to me my love and only love
And frolic inside my Heart's treasure trove

Lover - is composed of Light -
'Tis becoming to a babe -
Not all the dark could sully him -
Nor ravages of Age -

To Lover - heightened hark -
Betrothe the path - to thee -
Let flowers planted in hungry Hearts,
Embroil there - seismically,

With rapture - and applause -
You sing to bells of God,
All at one, under the sun,
With the Angel squad.

O Beauty, magic in my heart
You strike hard like gilded dart
I'm captive to thy charming smiles
Full of wild, enchanting wiles
O Love, you are divinest muse
In your heat our spirits fuse

There was a wedding in my brain
When in you cantered, like a train
Words like lightning, from electric mind
Crying: Love! For kindred kind
It sends me flying to outer space
To swim in sight of thy lovely face

The frenzy in my mad mind blazed
For touch of you I am amazed
Though now you spurn my longing hands
Despite me waving Lover's wand
The world is good (and good is true)
And more good for the life of you

If ever thou should be alone
And in distress thy maketh moan
Come hither, Love, I'll give care
Envelop you in perfect air
From blessed heights you descend
Radiant, my magic friend

You harness a talent, do you not -
A special skill that can't be taught
Conveying multitudes contained
In the purity of thought

You harness a talent, do you not -
A blessing from the divine
A talent that flowers and towers tall
Diminishing the stature of mine

You harness a talent, do you not -
The potency of your vision
Is such it's truly frightening
Dividing words with fission

You harness a talent, do you not -
Stay aside my stoop and sing
Your warm, effulgent songs of joy
Which give your life to everything

The peaches fatten
Just like beau blooming babies
Succulent they swell

Singeing shocks of sun  
Efface memory of frost
Sunlight searing roots

Stimulating growth
Sun’s a giver of life, a
Benevolent Lord

He irradiates
A big blossoming bounty
Shared equal and fair

The gift is heat, light
It embraces the whole world
In an instant flash

Absence of decay
Incense of pollen and grass
World goes wild in bloom

It was summer, the sky imbued,
With iridescent sheen and delightful glare,
All joy and all love soars up there,
A sight at which, the poet, wooed,
To summer's personage, I allude,
Sweet protectress of the Earth,
Circling sacred flower's girth,
In which passion gestates and broods,
Like in the face of an exquisitely painted ****.

Suns blazed in a blinding glory,
Drops of light adorn the sun,
A sight for which no soul is sorry,
Through her the cosmic fires run,
Which warms every heart and every meadow,
From exterior to the core,
Touching even shadows,
That feel the light no more;
Light and dark at war.

The Word upon its wayward route
Goes magic to earnest ears
That strive to hear the ancient lute
Which could move stone hearts to tears
Between the trees it, gentle, blows
Perceptible to some
The Truth will have them rapt in throe
Its music they will happy hum
From rejoicing mouth to rejoicing mouth
On wayward route Word goes
Centrifugally, heading South
Till every spirit knows
       I think I rose, Love, I think I rose
       To know divine sense within me grows

Little birds
Thy tuneful songs
This city's noise
Has drowned in throngs

Were not we
In harmony
A union
From you to me?

For I cheep
And sing and feast
And lark and lounge
And play in peace

If love is blood
And heart and cell
And the want of love
Is hell

Then we are
A flock together
That bray and bite
At the city's tether

Blake meandered, like a wayward stream
Over the valleys and the hills
When suddenly: struck by a dream!
An inferno of dark, satanic mills
Spread across the land and overseas:
On tyranny’s wind, the mills replace the trees

Abominable as a cage for a child
Putting bars behind their eyes
The factories enclose the wilds
A bleak blockade against the sky
Thousands he saw in a momentary flash
Festering on the Earth like a virulent rash

The dirt clouds above the factories loomed
Only beat by the awful stench
A poet wants the world to bloom;
The mills just make Earth blench
He stared – and stared – in horror enwrapt
The world was a treasure unbound - now she's trapped

For oft, when poets dream they think
Of nirvana or some such felicity
It replenishes them like a fountain drink
Which brings the bliss of serendipity
And then their feet in wayward trances
Fill with the rhythm of their romances

Meditating on fire
For eternity it seemed
I was transported to the other realm
It had the quality of lucid dream
An elephant fluttered up to my side
Projecting her soul in to my own
She winked cheekily and disappeared
For her touch I felt that I had grown
Peering up in to the sky
A dome of interlocking flowers
They surged with colour bright
I could have stared at it for hours
All at once the vision left
I was drifted back to Earth
But I don’t feel at all bereft
I’ve had another birth

In love and nature, good things come in nines:
Nine planets in the solar system, cosmically aligned;
Nine lives in a cat, closely intertwined;
Nine ladies dancing, twirling in a line;
Nine choirs of angels, harking divine,
And nine fruits of the holy spirit, telling us to be kind
Nine, Nine is prime

I sing for the Jack of Diamonds
The iridescent, seamless jewel
Flaunting my poetic garland
Seducing with its haul
The Jack is the rumbustious renegade
Who goes wayward, errant, coy
To Jack I dedicate this enchanted serenade
The bardic arsenal I employ
To capture the diamond for my diadem
And flaunt it to the world
We'll waltz together in freedom
Towards the future hurled
The diamond is a dilettante
Dedicated to bliss
A most passionate militant
Touched by the light of luck's kiss

We learn to forget
What truth begets
The transcendental blossom

We learn to deride
What flickers inside
The transcendental wisdom

We turn up kind
Then leave behind
The transcendental love

But turn out open
Where light falls
Through the cracks

My heart hearkens at warm gestures of humanity
That penetrate beneath cynicism
Inspired by Love's magnamanity
I surmount soul's cataclysm
The generosity of one soul giving to another
Without expectation of returns
Is the spirit of a kindred brother
In whom the divine flame burns
Together we transmit blisses and gifts
Known only unto heart
Its truth like balloon lifts
On adventure soul embarked
    At warm humanity my heart hearkens
    To its truth I, intruiged, listen

In an iridescent aura a hippie angel came to me
Enchanting me with a ticklish, infectious laugh
I am enamoured, my heavy heart clamours
Woozy in her magical aftermath
Her dreadlocks frame her enchanting face
Etched with curves of compassion
An image of accentuated grace
Which sparks my heart like nuclear fission
Prithee Angel, be my guide
Enamour me of your wisdom
By your truest words I'll abide
Let me in your passions kingdom
O hippie Angel I love thee
You are the delight of eternity

Modern:
O bards, beget your wisdom, tell it pure
My appetite for it is wild, wants more
What divinations have thee pray to tell
With artful voice your message you tell well
The truth of other worlds you sweet convey
And to the law of Peace you do obey
The knowledge of God is yours, the mysteries
That transcend both time and history

Ancient:
O friend of modern age, of your request
To beget the knowledge with which I am blessed
I open up my arms, welcome you in
To honour thee I happy, joyful sing
The democracy of knowledge beckons me
To share the truth of all I sense and see
I hope the truth regales you, feeds thy mind
Superior truth is Love, activity refined

Modern:
O friend, I thank thee for thy correspondence
And note your song has Love flow in its cadence
We need your wisdom in the modern age
A time when lies of shill outnumber sage
Nature stands attacked, her knowledge ******
Exactly as the monarchs have cruel planned
The trees must speak to impoverished modern ears
O tell me all the wisdom of your years

Ancient:

The trees salute your wisdom, as do I
In Nature we may find a superior sky
The monarchs? They be but exalted fools
You would do well to disobey their rules
The true lord is Ganesh, his love is sure
That cherub irresistible to adore
I tell thee, be devoted to his form
And of illusions your vision shall be shorn

Modern:
When present times be cold and dark as these
And trouble be as fathoms deep as seas
We could do with the wisdom of Ganesh
But from his truth the modern folk digress
They seek for glory in material things
They see an angel and, ignorant, clip his wings
It makes a sage remorseful, these cruel times
O friend, write back, with your superior rhymes

Ancient:
The modern folk, you're right, are led astray
By status, wealth, I share that pain, dismay
But redemption is a possibility
If souls will to think and eyes to see
Our bond with universe is there, remains
When nourished, God's wisdom rains
I end this message with a soft salute
May knowledge bless your heart, take root

The voice will not be vanquished
The flame will not be killed
The spark never relinquishes
Despite the Devils who have shilled
Wielding their lacklustre lassoo
To strangulate the Angels
With their pretentious plans I am through
I stick my fingers up to hell
They could only dream
Of making the Angel's sound
Which comes in lucid dream upon a beam
In its splendour we were drowned
Till one day you decided
That we deserved the music no more
But your vanity will be derided
By the public, enlightened more than you for sure
You think you're so magnificent
And magical, divine
But your hearts don't beat, you have no soul
Your spirit has no shine
Like I've said before you've shilled
To a devil sent to spread
Sedition against our true heart's bliss
So I say off with the King's haughty head

My friend you are a feral angel
A rebellion on wings
Instead of staying square in rank
You'd rather go rioting round Saturn’s rings
For lack of God you are nonetheless guide
By love’s sweet, simple philosophy
By its exquisite ethos you abide
You live most impossibly
Once an evangelist for heaven
You one day peered beyond
On Earth you saw so much potential
Of Earth you grew quite fond
So you exit God’s jurisdiction
Dissenting from one law divine
The disapproval might thunder
But you’ve long already transgressed the line
Teach me how to disobey
To fathom love and soar angelic
I’m convinced you have a better way
May forever feral angels frolic

The lie, the rhetoric, the cruel deceit
In mask of benevolence the public meet
So wars, for oil, be sanctioned and supported
Whilst dictators of the west remain unthwarted

In new Baghdad the last king gone
But barons maraud with tyrants key
While soldiers dumped on streets, help gone
Turn to ISIS and pledge “we”

Pacifism, love anachronisms
Conflicts rage the world around
Forging a graveyard of innocent souls
And so humanitarianism bears a wound

I pray this prison we transcend
Put our hearts back on the mend
And treat foreigners as a friend
And so to brighter day we wend

Besides me there's a charming figure
Who makes my spirit feel brazen, bigger
I don't know from whence this soul came
But for its presence my own feels brewed, aflame
Paths that cross on Heart emboss
A truth that soars like albatross
My morbid mind is struck and sparked
By piercing way their spirit harked
Each word knells and impresses

But deep down I have sharp perceived
The rankest thing they have believed
Constructing of me a shallow image
No suasion to show them it's a mirage
The rumour's rife, it can't be helped
To be given that X I could have yelped
They regretfully think the tragedy is me
When it's that they wallow in falsity
And think they have me scalped

I'm weeping with inspiration for the future
I'm a dreamer, you're never gonna get me down
I have an angelic, transcendental nature
In streams of dreams I drift and drown
I am cosmically aligned to the path of joy
I am enlivened by electricity's commute
Through my body, sweet and coy
I am sending justice a salute

A year and half of one cleft us true,
And so in wisdom I defer to you,
Decidedly of a maturer vein,
Knows in strength you weather lifes sad rains,
Tyrants clung to thee, vampires to light,
Didn't want to see your heart take flight,
But now thee to the gold horizon run,
With Gary, having fun, under the sun,
Politic and wise my sister she,
Is a creature of love and amity.

Her kindness is her arsenal, allure,
Represent a firey spirit pure,
An elegant soul, sweet and so demure,
Has a gift for literature and lore,
Sees the world through amazing aperture,
And in love of its beauty she uproar,
Steals away with hearts around the town,
In which seeds of affection duly shown,
To thee, my sister these enchanted lines,
Knowing thee I fathom love and soar divine.

The afterlife is beckoning
It'll envelop you in perfect care
A transformation is happening
As you ascend the stair

One soul divine, indivisible
Unique and odd and rare
My own is a little better
For all that I saw there

Thy heart shines with the light of a thousand beacons
As violent, vivid as a forest fire
In to its light my stray spirit is beckoned
Its radiant truth I crave and desire
Thou art the sum of thy passions
O guiding light to which we are wife
Compelling us to exquisite action
To succumb to the lust and love of life
Beacons light spreads by mimesis
Each pyre imitates the other's light
The fires are never still, in stasis
But ripple with cosmic delight
     O Heart, thy beacon strikes on truth
     The deepest fibre of my self is moved

So much what we presume is false
Illusions claw our brain
We sail away with them in waltz
Much to sage's disdain

But we can train perception
Through which we swift arrive
At Truth, to it in genuflection
Enlightenment alive

If you make Buddha hero
Abide unto his scheme
Presumptions fall to zero
Know to question all that seems

And so I cried for Love, it's Love I cried,
In fathoms like an ocean pure and wide,
And who on Earth can, lucky, say they find,
The juicy pulp of Love, its fertile rind,
What laurels are there beautiful enough,
To crown Love's skies, paint them like Van Gogh,
It's as if a mystery to, sultry, spy,
Into truth of her priceless charity,
And so I ride Love's chariot, in to day,
And see saints and angels going on their way,
Weaving Love like golden, magic threads,
Between us going soft with gentle treads,
And who of us can say they've fathomed more,
Than Love, irresistible to adore,
Love a pure and rarest of all oceans,
For Love is life and life a sweet devotion,
And so I cried for Love, no treasure vain,
For passion's flower blossoms for Love's rain,
Who would forgo her tribulations, pains,
For Love without suffering fakes, it feigns,
To be a truism when it's known by all,
That to be lift by love one must first take tumble, fall,
Till Love's light shines, a beatitude hath us rapt in thrall,
Her dearth does the righteous mind appall,
But luscious Love does ever find its way,
To Hearts all charred and scarred by their dismay,
With her music in their hearts the saints uproar,
It's impossible to tell who's singing more,
Her Psalms and pieties to soul devote,
A blessed one never by Love smote,
For being the most ravishing of babes,
Not dark could sully him, nor ravages of age.

The exquisite evangelist moves no more,
Midst silence and solitude she dwells,
And heartache upon the barbs of lovers,
Has given poet bruises that deadly swell.

No divine pleasure, joy without measure,
As generous as her sweltering song,
Since the sublime, immortal power of Blake,
Hath any voice lifted itself above throng.

Rapt in throe, the discerning one,
Doth transcribe thrills in to verse,
Doth sweetly scale the heathen vales,
Till we lay flowers on her hearse.