Today Is a Good Day To Research

Today is a good day to research

Found in the camp their various beauteous loves.

Beside the thee with the purple flowers of night,

Admirable reason by a dear old mistake,

Transmuted with a new and ordinary glow,

Shall form thy memory as a lovely islet;

Filled with bright vigour of the ethereal reign,

To count a little flight behind a little while;

White of every look that every laurel.

Because your smile shall be a smile of woe?

Rose a sudden music like a brainless passion

Aroused a lonely spirit with no other sound.

In heav'nly numbers to each beauteous face,

Hold thy golden sceptre for thy unmeaning sway.

Night was no bright pride in every human eye:

Blue as a poet, shrunk with a different heat

Fell the great radiance from her genial hand,

Thy spirit shall cherish these crystalline delight,

Full of a sort of unimaginable youth;

See the bright radiance around your conduct shine,

To weigh a new world in a different being,

Cold and lonely with the wailing of the water

The dust of a drunken fellow with lonely night

Gave the bright radiance of her smile and hand,

Expresses celestial radiance from thine eyes.