The bile to bye that's vile refused a bye
and eye of sky could sigh when it is high.
Host-high hostile ' her boast style and He sigh:
Awhile, inky sky 'll crust on an isle.
The two with flappy two amidst breezes
and you with sappy fury of dawn trees,
The bleat at dusk and howl of sun pleases
the beat 'oh busk you, Bonny Bride of ease —
But filled basket of summer is unfull
and winter gross is loss like a soft wool;
For sense lost in serious nonsense is full
and Bonnie Bride is ugly with a pull.
For Bonnie Bride is ugly in the heart
and Gold in heart; her deary noisome art —
For Bonnie Bride hearts a bile from the start
in freezing heat and burning ice; depart.
Busk you, busk you, Bonnie Bride, for the bed,
The first bed is no worth two humoured head,
Busk you, busk you, Bonnie Bride, take your bed
For your hair in cluttered bead leads your head.
"words from the innocent mind"