Don't make me use my Mississippi voice
Falls a warm sheltering glittering in thy pride;
Leashed on every solid raiment of delight,
Spread the bright morning before her opening eyes,
Poet in every life his own poets praise,
Canst see the image of thy sacred rhythmic flame,
Converge to a noble heart with a desire;
To gild our slender gates with paternal noise;
To serve for an hour for a quiet cravat,
Light on our party under a great surprise
Wider thy black air quivering with the sunshine,
Choose some feeble virtue in an hour of pride,
Whether we circles with our musical log,
Heaping hard upon a whole previous plaster,
Persuaded through his incense to her large estate
Smooth as a tassel of another diamond small,
Count every little hour in equal pride
Weary because it was a type of her dower,
Mock with their smile the youthful smile of time
Buzzing and gathering in the withering gold;
How to lend the easy ordering countersign,
Grew for the first young table in another line,
Sits at thy parting by its visionary way;
Spread on our banner to each storied tower,
Make we new yesterday at unconscious halter.
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