Solace in seclusion, efface the crest of breaking dawn.
Lavish long, and believe the love,
Of morning, the stranger behest, to eyes unknown,
Where the light revives the meagre rest.

Upon stones and fair quarry, far beyond the descent of shine.
Ubiquity and valor, she wreathes warmly the resign,
Of hearts to return, to range the rouge design.
Seeking a resolution! Hast thou to whether aloft?
The day has wrought emphatically,
Lest thou hast to sever savor oft!

Enough to bleed in humility, faint eyes reach the hallowed masque.
Upon the wrecthed and vile land,
Hath kept infancy to weep the years hushed past.
To equivocate the meanderer, the vagabond lurking on.
Through enmity, though malacious ground, the dawn,
Hath unveiled the ravished sand.

Of rouge, of roses. Fertile ash whose hue known to ravage last.
Save the moments kin transience, and vociferous to belie the clash.
He, the only one, shall slander the wake, leave thy fallow state.
And tarry on, O' impotence hath borne thy malady, thy fall.
O' rise, carry on. Take thee to thine,
Adorn thy locks of shine.