Juliet's+Forgotten+Love+Ballad+To+Romeo

Posing here, upon this craggy marble perch, attempting to drown myself in the burnished rays, of the salubrious demise, which composes the sun, and pacifying my copper-auburn meadow, of meandering hair tufts, I sense it.

I can not be certain, just at this hushed and twinkling hour, if these crepuscular walls will screech for the wolf, letting him foray past these ancient hues of madrigal eraptured, these gold-tinged tapestries, whose ratiocinations betray the befuddled shepherd boy, leering behind that behemoth of pine-scented filigrees.

Oh, my lapis amulet! Oh, my midnight sprite! Must Albion awake and tumble thus, upon this orchard below, where Mab takes a cherubic scent of these dew-strewn peach cabals? Where have thou ventured forth, within the course of thy itinerant leisure, and why must these numinous chimes forsake my lachrymose tidings?

Never stray! Let thee stay supine upon the mould of elfish abeyance, where creamy pink blossoms anoint thy visage, where Bacchus' myrmidon stumbles in the foliage, and where thy fairy attendants, all in the raiment of birch pantaloons and fern veins, seek to delay thy bestial arrays.

I shall be thy lily of perpetual insouciance, whose stem shall blush, with seraphic bliss, as thou pluck me from the bed of Avalon. I shall be that honeysuckle pond, where the hummingbird saunters as thou bathes in Shalott's deluge of melancholy sonnets. But indeed 'tis so, if ever were the minstrel, that, as I repose thus so, caressing my sepulchral gown, despite its benevolent trim, I shall not, by the harbinger of Michaelmas, jettison thy holy kiss of summer's clover lullaby.