O, Mistress Muse!

I hath reveled to a Heavenly tone

Fancied desires behind closing eyes

Falling locks scattered on bedding white

Drawn down in curtain folds of night

Window streaks of blushing hue

Guide a chosen mood

    My slumberless muse

Enamored beauty in roslyn, sad cheeks

Like Poe who drank once for deathly hue

But twice in gleeful printing cue

“Addicted,” rolls off my language

    Indeed, I am

Of endless rolling hills and surface lure

Beauteous flowering bloom with hints of dew

Thine beating, thine unsettled blood

Never leaveth mine!

Lovely speaks thy tongue

as mineth seeks love out