Miss. Helen, the Beauty of Crabs
Shall I compare thee crystal eyes of the earth?
Shall I adore thee Venus’ perfume of the birth?
Thy scent & rent of fertile fate over a forlorn!
Thy unrevised love & lore roared beneath the corn!
The night-watcher worried for thou intoxicate tonic of spirit,
Thy ever ere borne affection of war and worry orbited,
My silent silken valleys broken barrier of lore &love& lure;
Thy brighter & brighter than boon of the doom is dumb,
Lightly, oh! Lightly lamented the present is deaf,
I admire thee an odor of crystalize eyes of an angel,
I often digging & digging woes of space in words,
Beware! Thy single sight shaken the fate of thousands of sails,
But eternal aim as a falconer of falcon as an eagle emblem,
Huntsmen hunted lore as snow white dose on darling buds.
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