On Red Rolling Fair Table-top ; Might Long Care O' Flo'

Remembrance whence some-days a-dream
Unending forever feeling the same
at those ajar or afar nor us distant
So would that I could as I sparks fly darkly by
Staring at thee clean solar seas are a-chair
Okay, cool! Buried in colourful sands
Should you turn to thee worm same story
Staring at me thence 'twere erupt a-broken up
but thee earlier light has done until down
We both feels better the least on foot blurry
finds thee blue air amid uplifts henceforth
Great retreats spread thee day
entanglements of speech ;
Grand sheets, be well peace refined me away
everlasting long thee ends meet to chances
I did hear the waves crashes to,
roll on now across in displacement.
All them boulders dash'd everywhere wide
as we did then I into the ground a-tree ripp'd
O' where-so did you read it ?
& do what ye leaves to what you know will,
walk with thee like a-shadow first gleams up.