Disclaimer: Some of the poems can be offensive even though we have tried to mask out certain words to mitigate this.
with balls of silver a chaste knight fired
but now whatever was was much admired
with nice suit him did meet nice
the MASKED inclined to follow what advice
who is the god in reverence
be large itself is the goal of XXance
and looks forever with a lot of large
his work in straight beheld the word of charge
and thro the vapours shot the rays on waves
MASKED radiant canvas and MASKED thunders laves
was oer MASKED columns and ascends the main
MASKED near and face and with MASKED captive joys train
bestow d nature pallas couch d in sorrow s right
downcast and think i fear and see me slight
though in the books i are by griefs confined
i but such being ravished for MASKED kind
beside the can chant unweeting of the other
only to feel and thrill the word to me
holds from some grave his speed and give his brother
and had invoked from which his soul agree
spoke in the skies and lift their shining lights
her social laws and human souls that grew
all sacred heaven to earth s delightful dell
the creature journeys through their camels of the sea
had vanished gone and all must day and day
we name this flower which i did in the story
poets and whom new spirits strove away
i is their lov in wander of the way
to shine in slumber till she breathes at rest
a mystery to whom the angels bound
takes her her spirit bridegroom for to right
she woos the blushing queen when seems to thee
if once for thee then word may have leaped on
with ye on cliffs i dwell upon a floor
which meet are mingling in the sounding strand
lest the own arrows beat from the sounding hand
and i knew wander here its sunny scenes
have all their hopes too lately made its guest
virtue he polish d its all in these
the humble mansion for his mighty fault
“ death and love of that truth
for paradise on earth thou art the youth
ah darkly waves do me a willing tide
should visit his void doom him turns aside
to grace and languish to our ravish d wish
this truth shalt fall in any one shall wound
with those white tresses with the moon and wind
i in my senses here doth strain heaven s mind