In the name of his genius word's of wonder.
Who he thinks' his dazzle,
Will cause a tongue, to cleave to the roof
Of one's mouth.
When his great mind, now, the unsealed book.
His baffling description, his mortal funk.
Will surge the wind and harrow up the soul,
That always, makes his audiences, plant struck
Like a duck, seized in a storm of thunder
Only to have the message, pass away
Like he changeable, precarious, summer clouds.
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