Classic Poem

CXCVI.-WALK

Tyes ensement the world illuminated
Li Biaus solaus, when he rent his clarity
And its rays the cold decline
And brought the goods meürte,
Einsi up nicely perfect
My lady veint defects and undoes:
For all its resplent vaillence and habunde;
But its good, certainly, this is the munde

As SCET, as is, as puet it's mine
What does zero puet espuisier goodness:
Chascuns tent that draws out and mine;
But increasingly, meanwhile gave more.
And as a skillful desire,
Gent body and attached by measuring pourtrait,
That beauty has no such second;
But its good, certainly, this is the munde.

So is perfect in every and endorsed
That trestuit eyelash who are and have beene
Is shaper, its taken its scens, fine smooth
In a hundred thousand years aroient recited.
Every one to do well appeal
By dous maintieng and its attractiveness,
Humble towards all and pure munde pride;
But its good, certainly, this is the munde.