Ma, I so resign.
It's all a poet air.
Ben is, I see, so Greek.
In sly dissent I wore no gay ruff.
O see by a brae his nag roll or yaw?
Awol laws (as are every God's) are a dire rod.
"Aye, fade with gin - O too wispily,
Sordid rosy lips I wooe.
(Tonight, I wed a fairy adorer, Ida)
Eras du gyre-veer as a swallow away.
Roll, organs I hear!
Bay bees of fury ago!
Nero, witmess idyls nike ergo sees!
Is inebriate Opal lasting?
Is Eros?
I am!