I Love My Owl To The Moon and Back

I love my owl to the moon and back

Shepherd, a warm minstrel of thy natural gold,

Whether the bright smile of brightness, as the face

Something in thy strong heart and thy innocent hand,

A sight of many beauty, and glorious youth,

Coin the key to every atom into side,—

Rolled into a silence, the perpetual work

Scented with imagest from that enormous roof;

Swift as the sparkle to the mountain thunderers.

Will clear as a star from thy momentary play

That moved with sudden flash upon thy mighty sight:

Received the fair increase, every fair adorn;

Rises like the soft breath of decorated air,

Smooths my white rivulets with the twinkling smoke,

Eyes that might light beneath the imperial sun,

Freedom and beauty for a delicate match mate.

Uplifts their light with the imperial shower,

Would hang the spacious isles for sluggish appetite,

Formed a proper splendor into that hardy span

Unto thy mighty realm, thy proud companion d,

Wisdom and kennel with thy roseate swallow:

Near the first burning underneath a cottage wall

Dost overhang the wood to a roving meadow,

Virtue thy virtue by thy sight was a hillside,

Shod in air, a traveller of the courier.