Waxing Lyrical

Waxing Lyrical ‘Tis true Thou arte more fair than this high ridden morn More enamoured of you ‘pon a suns corona This heart beating is And with mirth does it rise Its resuscitation on a break-ed light Bandies nought with shade But cavorts thus on a mysteries wing Flight of angels thou do become By prescience more And yea, shall I walk ‘neath a palladiums light Twas seared in mine soul Of her No more fortune than this my soul desireth ‘Tis Ma’Lady As she steeped ‘ont the lilly Her pale foot stepped ‘pon penumbras edge Trod she so, with delicate And cast thus into this heart And I betwixed eclipse More enamoured of her than ‘pon the suns corona This beating heart is