Diaries pf an Immigrant Soul, Pt.25: An Ode: To' You '

O' yellow, fellow, mourning braids, 
come, 
do dance along the whalling end. 
While the pretty, many, serving maids, 
attending to -merily, the humming wind! 

Lest parting longwards, O' fair daylight, 
and golden shrews; the sun, 
O' gathered fortunes, gond and done, 
the countless bruis; the one. 

Dear parting, jolly, loyal chap, 
bemind the turning, spacing gap... 

and when ye'r folly, turn the bend, 
remember yer lonely, loyal friend. 

By: 
The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious