Ode on Afternoon Thoughts

At the afternoon solitude sphere, Every sweet-lane empty seem, The sun on the top with chirruping hear, Dark in the room out it deem. The pressure hits passive-pace, All nervous gain, sense confuse, The white-pale depressive-face Look at mirror to know cause. Head-ache fills in mind's acres, Alone eyes still on some fills, Heart seize with harmful-hackers, Mild-mourn more remain in miles. The unpair-unfulfil life led down, Fall from tree;leaves with kind, Mind wore more ornamented crown, The sapphire,emeralded bars bind.?