Classic Poem

BC SEIGNEVR NICOLAS .

Easting cool shade
Cest abalone refrise
On the folds of her fueillage,
On September fauorise a handsome,
On a handsome September that twists,
And that kind of grace
In his rod dragged on:
And taking fresh breath
D'vn sweet Zephyr fluttering,
Who dainty shake
Vn soft sigh will souflant,
Ie am constrained eschange
Sing you praise
Cest Shadow flicker.
Nice shade that moderates
Under seventh fresche smooth
Most fervent angers
Sky, prosecuting the heat
And warmer breath
That reçoiuent item plains
The sun in his ardor:
On the seventh suspicious color
You contrefais portrait,
The industrious hand
Nature portrait:
You contrefais cloud,
Any Aparant face
D'vn black brown, the first stroke.
It's toy, which retain in check
Hours not slippery
And inconstancy of vuyde
Which measures the compass:
It is thou who burnished & sails
The brilliant fire estoiles
Against which radiates down.
It's toy, which make the Moon
Mene galloping his moreaux
Along your smooth brown
Claire thousand torches:
This toy is that labor mistress
Shoot 'auant blonde braid
Sun into the depths.
This toy is that the herbelette
Your froidureux Este,
Entens sweet musette,
And Lover's Discourse
Shepherd the shepherdess,
When the angry bitch
Makes its chaloureux bay.
Fresh shadow ie greet you,
Ie greet you, O the honor
Fueillüe the mane,
Wood, and freshness,
And solitary Antres
Most loyal secretaries
Plaintiue my languor.