The Willow winking of your of maiden’s wink ,
Wizards the mystic of my green waiting ,
And took out my nowhere with maddening .
Time forgot to seal its impressions ,
And senses converged into the flux of your image ,
The fermented mind hang in restless guess .
The visual presence of all memory just got a standby ,
No measure but you , demanded my dream ,
Where vanished all barriers of low and high .
Whether the reddish arrow of Monalisa ,
Or drinks from Chalice or possession of Touch-stone ,
But I go a-haunted with your Romantic Cyclone .
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