Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye --
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews …
1000th like
makes me throw my marbles ALL OVER THE FLOOR
boutta blow up like
My man remind me of Chee. Big up!!