Step Aside Shakespeare

VI

Oh, glorious breeze, prithee guide me. Thee

almost smell of warm sunshine and dew,

liketh curious fancies by the creek.

Helpeth transform this dull locale of bland

with the wildest imagination so

I may once more rest amongst the reeds

and joineth the toads in celebration.

I begeth thee lest I heareth their sweet

siren calls nay more. What doth thee wanteth

in exchange? Anything is fair game for

I couldst always pour out my thanks if thee

bringeth rare dreams to life. Truly, heaven

and earth shalt never needeth consoling

for in me they wouldst forever beest wed.