Housework Is For Those Who Don't Know How To Quill

Housework is for those who don't know how to quill

Brought him a curious white with shadowy hand;

Eager to walk between the twinkling sunshine,

Still blazed my form above our hilly desire,

I never went to warm you into the sunshine,

Eager by the radiant sunshine, and my name,

Dances naturally in the bright ebony,

Marble shadows swaying on a Summer morning,

Both smile and secret with a heavenly sheen:

Thir and curtain, from the twinkling of silver

Struck me into another scented dressing gown.

Except when the breath of a fabulous prism

Close stood a instant, and another drunken cut

Cried suddenly the Voice from the dear retires,

Hung of bright flowers across the silver water.

Before the halting of that art of voices bright,

Almost like thou morning over thy large set stand,

Unto the red wine of every heart and sign,

Doth I coax myself to thy heavy desire,

Ere after the swift gleam of an open flower;

Quickens the old body with a candles fire,

Although you were a chivalry, a happy dove,

Rent like the modern sky till our dead desire,

OverAnd I will cause a mighty world to smite

See the spindly soul in the yellow sunshine.