Beauideal!

                            Beauideal !

I.
Oh, beauideal ! unveil thine plaid,
Where my heart and love I laid.
Thy parts shone, lo! ''bejewelled belle''
And the tingling of thy ornated feet had my heart's bell.
II.
Thy lips like a cymbal rang loves' thyme__
Like a rhapsody had its perfect rhyme.
Oh! ''Thou wert a queen with a pearl bespangled parsol''.
And thirsted were the drops __of my drizzle of soul.
III.
Wandered were they the most-
To glide throu' thy plums in a lust.
Hastn't thou heard the music of my rain-dance?
'Ere, I wait for-the lornlover with his heart for thy glance.