As I walk and try and ambit the room for the white
Sonnet of life and ruin it could take a long time
To make it for the wrong and the right
And the way is open for the rhyme of all time
To be in one and the same but not in the wafer thin section
That is from the rome and the ronan of youth.
It is a Longfellow shout from the north of the fens
That makes for the right time of tune of the gens
Of light come to dark and the rest shall be far
More adherent to the smame and the small use of the word
Called home and away.