To these excesses
Of temperament
Vile-sounding, unshockable
Nerve traits grate on
A sky's, not the frailest one
Dismayed, there lent.
Appealed to, in fact.
With blush renewed.
Hope-drooped girls, with all their soft
Beguiling might.
See them, through which manly sight
Storm-raised, as rescued.
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