Tremble when these sounds And teases aching bow, Pondered them in her lap hands
I sit in the corner forgotten. And as dawn blush Far
Or days old dumb question, I was captivated by a whirlwind ball
And stirs candlelight. Oh, how, does the indomitable,
Blows to the youth of the former Near flutter by
Whirling young couples! What do I want? Or, perhaps, Seasoned of life, breathing In a strange move delight
Advance learning soul?