Bellow

The heavens smirk upon thy gloomy soul,

Whilst rains perchance with love instead wonder;

It illuminates engulfing thee whole--

Prithee hearken! Thou art split asunder!

Into twain ye go betwixt ruth and fain;

Among those who thee deem impediment,

For success there is nothing to thy gain!

For failure is thy hope of sediment!

Follies of youth among the diligent,

Intolerable acts of gardyloo,

Certes, is this be not magnificent?

Or shall they resort to another, who?

The plead of one is a cry for exchange;

For all is the same, unable to change.