Ever did I think the diurnal Sol that crouches from the heavens was of radiance beyond compare,
Ever did I think the whisperous stars birthed by the reaching dark were pearls of no equal.
Ever did I think the piebald bow that bespeaks ample showers was the most luxuriant of things formed,
Ever did I think the cerise rose, child to loam was the most beauteous of all with life.
Ever did I think the azure skies that sojourns about Tellus was the most seamless of things seen;
Deathed were these as my optic beheld the comely Julia; one of allure greater than a thou peaks.