Right there where the Feed Dyke
Meets Leiden's fine New Rhine,
My friend expressed he'd spend
His resting life with mine.
Divide the Rhine Dyke midst De Vink,
With ferry in the Rhine,
There, well-nigh six weeks in,
He bridged the friendship's line
Comments closed If I hark at Always a blaring, Mayhaps it's a tympan's bass, My wailing starts right away; And - I ain't familiar with why. If a playing artist asks: 'In which way, Sir, is this tympan's bass - mayhaps this blaring - this stirring?' - I still ain't familiar with why. Was it as in days far by A pal did play a tympan's bass With lavishly fab skills? Alas, I still didn't grasp whyComments closed
Merely this single time we've met. She were Settled in this vehicle, riding by mine Seen whence I remember being My 'n her eyes met sheer jiffies. Despite this, it lingered in my mind I see life's endless streets & persevere Yet this here smile she dimmed, yes, ne'er it Hence bedecked this phiz since we then met. Why is it Deities embellished her with frizzes bright, Which typify blessed sprites? Besides, Why beryl eyes, like light yet metres deep? She knew I ne'er defied this, right? Yes, why did she speed by me? Didn't, like lightning, free her vehicle. & pinced my neck between her higher limbs, & stretched my thirsty skin with pressing lips? She trembled with emergencies in mind? Rikki! Zilch excites me like thee 'n I With hellish pressings in the mind, Were leveled by this engine's wreck...Comments closed
Many a day did my milkman
At dawn fill in his maid:
'Again a damp sill.' My man didn't grasp
That nightly crying spark'd his plight.
I think his maid and him lacking this insight,
Was a bit awkward, - still in which way this girl
Practically didn't catch anything,
That was in fact a hard pill.
Comments closed A skydisk casts back starlight
And past my fanlight asks:
"Alas, my pallid lyrist, -
Is that a cry I spy?"
Wasn't it this skydisk asking
I'd bid it: find a star. -
As what spark'd my glist'ning iris,
Is singly my affair.
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