My dearly May does best a lighter cower, but to shyest grew,                                              
    When dreading err to vain the pastures by then decay,                                                    
  These chested wakes be such as any that Heaven knew!                                                            
  Contagious be so and dreary Autumn.
   is by once a pray!

O, I stride not by lip brimmed esteem!                                                       
  O, what puckers the dreamy
stride?                                                         
My sweet specter, attested as can seem.

When I justly give my often heart,        
      All justly breaths steady with start.

Where is I? Where I was?                      
     As Afriel's twin fell in two
    thaws?                                              
Here I'll be.  Here am I ,           
      Pleasures of faith nearby!

My thought is in the Sun,                                                            
  As the fern cast of heaven is
  bright,                                                 
Or breeze is spiraled thought to god,                                                  
Always is the sky from me but it"ll cry, And always is sky all of me but i'll part.

Thine treaties of fruited light behold so or mine birth is birth,                                              
As seedling Ariel's basketed womb but art thy navel alight?                                                              
    In the ascent of thy harping Vega or
    drapings of scented mirth?                                                  But thee is not as my pedestal of light nor is the flock in height,                                          
    Much more thee is so, yet more to liken me  or planet's daylight.

In Times that point my sighs aside my power,                                                           ­    A Tamer Fate thinks and strands
     my doubt when peaked,
 But what my sigh has deep for each in shower,                                                    
     Could not never task to eve and kiss cheeked,                                                      
  ­Be Struck in glee and warred for trick wherebright,                                                     ­    The release by framed of I in trait of plight.