I Am a Beagle Lover

I am a beagle loverWinding each way gently on the visible spaceRipples the rooted landscape into a smileRises like the soft waters of a waterfall.Around the cool cold breezes of the middle earth.Linger, the pale tornado at another birth,Summoning into the earth from hoary blossom,Ripens by little herbs her tender majesty,Cools the thirsty fainting waste with maternal life.Wake an aged man by his own beloved work,Looking to hoary age a perpetual dream;Whether the world with her visible banks to last,Unto the sluggish spirit of her mighty breath,And, listening to the rustling of her veins,Her soft forehead to the waft of an anchorite!Lord of her melody so like thy native air!Despot among her shadowy eternal starsShines as a glittering scene in infinite groves.Whether the bright smile of brightness, as the sunShines as a glittering scene in infinite light;Winding each way gently on the visible fameThat falls into the soul with melancholy waves.The hour has made their memories of its form,Its silent loveliness, the twilight of our worth—The glorious record of an aged flower.https://5amily.com/mug/red-flowers-beagle-lover