Beauty Arrives On Nature Polishing Off the Scraps of Flesh and Blood

The rhymester fails to e'er descry the inner secret hearsed, his verse beguiled by beauty slight in Truth -- alack! -- unversed while Nature sups on Horror still in hurricanoes blind, bone-fires on heaths, banked holocausts, and droughts deranged aligned till vomits she the antic with the ancient flood worldwide, the void and maelstrom waste in which the Scream is hard denied as each five seconds reaching up, the jealous undertow down drags a child in Pain and Fear to innards sh*t below.