Crows kites and vultures started crowing for the feast

i'm a girl

And matters are not what they seem

first kiss beneath the moon

To wherein it bent within the undergrowth

And then my heart with pleasure fills

Especially in the 1st and the 2nd two gigantic world wars as well as

to the touch with love and care of all

tell that its stone carver properly the ones interests examine

A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush

A host of golden daffodils

1/2 sunk a smashed appearance lies whose grimace

Or however mountainbuilt with serene fortress

I meandered desolate as a cloud

With quiet lips Give me your tired your poor

Life is real Life is earnest

And waterd heaven with their tears

coronary heart inside and God oerhead

I questioned in the event that I should ever return

At the point when the stars tossed down their lances